Chapters (86)
- Title Page
- CONTENTS
- Love
- Before
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- After
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- Twelve
- TWELVE
- Thirteen
- THIRTEEN
- Fourteen
- FOURTEEN
- Fifteen
- FIFTEEN
- Sixteen
- SIXTEEN
- Seventeen
- SEVENTEEN
- Eighteen
- EIGHTEEN
- Nineteen
- NINETEEN
- Twenty
- TWENTY
- Twenty-One
- TWENTY-ONE
- Twenty-Two
- TWENTY-TWO
- Twenty-Three
- TWENTY-THREE
- Twenty-Four
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Twenty-Five
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Twenty-Six
- TWENTY-SIX
- Twenty-Seven
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Twenty-Eight
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Eleven Months Later
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Copyright
I turn back to see the shadow of a man standing on the shoreline ahead of us. He’s tall and thin and dressed completely in black, just a smudge against the sky. He wasn’t there a moment ago and I’m about to turn and ask Dev who it is when I see the wooden boat next to him, bobbing gently on the sea.
Dev stops so I do as well, glad to be keeping my distance from whoever it is.
Kitty does the same, standing between us, looking confused for the first time. ‘Aren’t you coming?’
Dev shakes her head. ‘That’s Charon. He’s going to take you where you’re going.’
‘Where am I going?’
‘Where do you want to go, Kitty?’
She thinks about it for a moment then says, ‘Home.’
‘Well, then you’re going home.’
She turns to me, then. ‘Can you tell my mum something, Ash? Can you tell her that I’m sorry,’ she says with a deep frown, her eyes suddenly wet. ‘I wanted to come home before now, but I couldn’t.’
I don’t know what to say, so I just nod as I watch her walk towards Charon. For a moment I don’t think that she’s going to look back, but then she stops and turns back to face us with a smile.
‘I’m not cold any more.’
Nine
NINE
I spend the next week with Dev, watching as she does her reaps, making sure I keep a comfortable distance, like a junior doctor learning how to attach an IV. The first thing I learn is that not many teenagers die every day in Brighton. That’s no bad thing, don’t get me wrong, but it means that between Dev, Esen and I, we only have to do one – maybe two – reaps a day. Dev says it’s busier at Christmas and over the summer – when people are taking exams or getting their results – so, for now, it’s quiet.
Not that I’m complaining, it just leaves yawning stretches of time with nothing to do. So the three of us spend most of our days skulking around the bookshop, sprawled on the sofa, bickering with each other like curmudgeonly cats.