Back Big Lies in a Small Town
Chapters (70)
  1. PROLOGUE
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5. Morgan
  7. Chapter 6. Anna
  8. Chapter 7. Morgan
  9. Chapter 8. Anna
  10. Chapter 9. Morgan
  11. Chapter 10. Anna
  12. Chapter 11. Morgan
  13. Chapter 12. Anna
  14. Chapter 13. Morgan
  15. Chapter 14. Anna
  16. Chapter 15. Morgan
  17. Chapter 16. Anna
  18. Chapter 17. Morgan
  19. Chapter 18. Anna
  20. Chapter 19. Morgan
  21. Chapter 20. Anna
  22. Chapter 21. Morgan
  23. Chapter 22. Anna
  24. Chapter 23. Morgan
  25. Chapter 24. Anna
  26. Chapter 25. Morgan
  27. Chapter 26. Anna
  28. Chapter 27. Morgan
  29. Chapter 28. Anna
  30. Chapter 29. Morgan
  31. Chapter 30. Anna
  32. Chapter 31. Morgan
  33. Chapter 32. Anna
  34. Chapter 33. Morgan
  35. Chapter 34. Anna
  36. Chapter 35. Morgan
  37. Chapter 36. Anna
  38. Chapter 37. Morgan
  39. Chapter 38. Anna
  40. Chapter 39. Morgan
  41. Chapter 40. Anna
  42. Chapter 41. Morgan
  43. Chapter 42. Anna
  44. Chapter 43. Morgan
  45. Chapter 44. Anna
  46. Chapter 45. Morgan
  47. Chapter 46. Anna
  48. Chapter 47. Morgan
  49. Chapter 48. Anna
  50. Chapter 49. Morgan
  51. Chapter 50. Anna
  52. Chapter 51. Morgan
  53. Chapter 52. Anna
  54. Chapter 53. Morgan
  55. Chapter 54. Anna
  56. Chapter 55. Morgan
  57. Chapter 56. Anna
  58. Chapter 57. Morgan
  59. Chapter 58. Anna
  60. Chapter 59. Morgan
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Chapter 64
  66. Chapter 65
  67. Chapter 66
  68. Chapter 67
  69. Epilogue: Morgan
  70. Acknowledgements

King Street. She spotted the sign and turned left to see a big brick block of a building. The Hotel Joseph Hewes. It would be her home while she was in this town she knew as well as she knew Jupiter or Saturn. She drove into the parking lot, heart pounding, hands sticky on the steering wheel, wondering what the next few days would hold.

Chapter 3

MORGAN

June 13, 2018

I blinked against the bright sunlight as I walked with Lisa toward the silver sedan in the prison parking lot. The only words Lisa had said to me so far were “do you have everything?” and the two of us were quiet as we left the building. I breathed in the sweet air of freedom, but my stomach was full of knots. I held my chin high, though. Put on the tough-girl look I’d perfected inside. I’m not afraid of anything, I told myself … though the truth was, I was undeniably intimidated by the woman at my side. Lisa was Jesse Jameson Williams’s daughter, which was enough to intimidate anyone, but it was more than that. I couldn’t read her. Her brittle silence, for starters. What was that about? Her upright carriage and no-nonsense speed walk as she headed toward the car while checking her phone every two seconds. Her unsmiling, clenched-teeth expression. Anger bubbled just below the surface in this woman, I thought, and I didn’t like the fact that she held all the cards for my future.

I hadn’t anticipated the unease I felt getting into a car. It had been a bit more than a year since I’d been in any sort of vehicle, and my fingers froze on the outside handle of the car door. Lisa was already in the driver’s seat by the time I managed to pull myself together enough to open the door. Even then, I stood there holding the plastic bag of my very few belongings at my side, the muscles in my legs locked in paralysis.

“Come on, get in,” Lisa called.

I climbed into the car and sat down on the leather seat, dropping the bag of belongings at my feet. I pulled the door closed, then buckled the seat belt with fingers that felt ice-cold despite the warm spring weather.