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Chapters (42)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three - Three Months Before
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven - Three Months Before
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven - Before
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen - Before
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen - Before
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty - Before
  27. Chapter Twenty-one
  28. Chapter Twenty-two
  29. Chapter Twenty-three
  30. Chapter Twenty-four
  31. Chapter Twenty-five
  32. Chapter Twenty-six
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-one
  38. Chapter Thirty-two
  39. Epilogue
  40. Bonus Material
  41. Discussion Questions
  42. Teaser chapter

By the time she was ready for bed, Deven had begun to feel the meds kicking in. Thankfully the pain was gone but it had been replaced by the drowsiness that had her struggling to keep her eyes open.

Kennedy, too, had already changed into her pajamas, a satin short and tank top set, and she’d bundled her hair under a bonnet. Deven had figured she’d dozed off but to her surprise, she was sitting up in bed, on the phone when Deven emerged from the bathroom.

“Okay,” Kennedy said casting a quick look in Deven’s direction. “Love you, too. Bye.” She hung up her cell as Deven eased into the bed beside her. Who could that be?

“Benji?” Deven guessed.

“No, not him,” Kennedy said evasively, as she leaned against her headboard. “A friend of my dad’s. I had called him earlier before I called the police, so I was letting him know what they said.”

Deven didn’t know why the comment sounded odd. Last she knew, Kennedy’s dad, Keith, was dead, and before that, prison, for the fifth or sixth time (Deven had long ago lost count). It was one reason, among many, their mother hadn’t wanted the man in her daughter’s life. Either way, Keith had been into so much criminal activity that any “friends” of his were sure enough, birds of a feather. Why would her sister still be maintaining an active relationship with that crowd?

Deven snuggled against the pillows, the cool material caressing her face and lulling her to relax. “What did he say?”

“Not much,” Kennedy said. “He just wanted to make sure I had locked up. I told him you were staying with me, so I was good for the night. I did call Benji too and he’ll be here this weekend to install my cameras for me.”

“Good.”

“Hey, Sis,” Kennedy added as Deven began to drift in that gray area between consciousness and unconsciousness. “I’m sorry again about earlier.”

Deven couldn’t even muster the energy to respond. If she wasn’t so sleepy, she would have acknowledged that Kennedy had merely offered an apology. Not once did she mention a reasoning for her mysterious disappearance.

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Excerpt from the diary of Kennedy (Age 11)