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Chapters (109)
  1. Cover
  2. READERS ARE GIVING ALL FOR YOU FIVE STARS!
  3. Also by Louise Jensen
  4. About the Author
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Part Two
  49. Chapter Forty-One
  50. Chapter Forty-Two
  51. Chapter Forty-Three
  52. Chapter Forty-Four
  53. Chapter Forty-Five
  54. Chapter Forty-Six
  55. Chapter Forty-Seven
  56. Chapter Forty-Eight
  57. Chapter Forty-Nine
  58. Chapter Fifty
  59. Chapter Fifty-One
  60. Chapter Fifty-Two
  61. Chapter Fifty-Three
  62. Chapter Fifty-Four
  63. Chapter Fifty-Five
  64. Chapter Fifty-Six
  65. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  66. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  67. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  68. Chapter Sixty
  69. Chapter Sixty-One
  70. Chapter Sixty-Two
  71. Chapter Sixty-Three
  72. Chapter Sixty-Four
  73. Chapter Sixty-Five
  74. Chapter Sixty-Six
  75. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  76. Chapter Sixty-Eight
  77. Chapter Sixty-Nine
  78. Chapter Seventy
  79. Chapter Seventy-One
  80. Chapter Seventy-Two
  81. Chapter Seventy-Three
  82. Chapter Seventy-Four
  83. Chapter Seventy-Five
  84. Chapter Seventy-Six
  85. Chapter Seventy-Seven
  86. Chapter Seventy-Eight
  87. Chapter Seventy-Nine
  88. Chapter Eighty
  89. Chapter Eighty-One
  90. Chapter Eighty-Twos
  91. Chapter Eighty-Three
  92. Chapter Eighty-Four
  93. Chapter Eighty-Five
  94. Chapter Eighty-Six
  95. Chapter Eighty-Seven
  96. Chapter Eighty-Eight
  97. Chapter Eighty-Nine
  98. Chapter Ninety
  99. Chapter Ninety-One
  100. Part Three
  101. Chapter Ninety-Two
  102. Chapter Ninety-Three
  103. Chapter Ninety-Four
  104. The Following Letter Contains Spoilers
  105. Acknowledgements
  106. Book Club Questions
  107. Extract
  108. Chapter One
  109. About the Publisher

But my sense of courage pales in comparison to the fear I feel. My mind and my body detach from one another as I drive. I break away from myself, floating high above the car, watching the mother rush to save her son with a fierce determination on her face.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I can do this.

My heart hammers out a frenzied rhythm keeping beat with my words.

I can do this.

But I don’t know if I can.

Chapter Forty-Six

Connor

The grey sky is momentarily brightened by a whip of lightning.

‘Get out of the car.’ The voice that had once spoken to him in kindness now growls with fury.

‘Please.’ Connor isn’t too proud to beg. ‘Please can we just go home? Talk about it there? Mum will—’

‘Out.’ One word, a thousand undercurrents of what might happen if Connor doesn’t comply ripple through Connor’s body – now, more than ever, he is terrified for Tyler and Ryan. He can’t coordinate his limbs. It’s an effort to rise to sitting. He wonders why he isn’t being dragged out of the boot, the way he was forced in.

The calm before the storm, but the storm is already raging around him, rain lashing.

Connor wiggles his pins-and-needles toes and stretches out his hands, his fingers on cold metal.

The wrench.

Connor closes his hand around it and raises his head, stares into cold, angry eyes. Can he use it as a weapon? Should he? He imagines raising it high, springing forward. The crack of a skull. The crumple of knees. Blood spilling on the pavement.

He has hesitated too long. The wrench is spotted and torn from his grasp. Connor is disappointed but, more than that, relieved. He doesn’t have it in him to hurt someone. Not purposefully anyway.

Connor swings his left leg out of the boot, his right, feet splashing in puddles as he glances around him; unbidden, his head gives a slight nod as he realizes where he is. The only surprise is that it has taken until now to get here. The building looks almost derelict, practically falling down, but it’s as though it has been holding on until he arrived. Its windows are blank, soulless eyes watching him on his slow descent. He is biding his time, praying for an unlikely passer-by, someone, anyone who will see a boy climbing out of a boot and ask questions, but it is isolated here around the back, and besides, the foul weather will be keeping everyone indoors.