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Chapters (92)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Alex Dahl
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
  9. Part I
  10. 1
  11. 2
  12. 3
  13. 4
  14. 5
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  54. Part II
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  71. Part III
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  88. Epilogue
  89. Five months later
  90. Acknowledgements
  91. About the Author
  92. An Invitation from the Publisher

I want you to understand that you were the victim. To really understand it. I believe that you blame yourself. That’s where the anger comes from. And the control issues. Did you think I didn’t notice them? The way you arrange the tea bags is a dead giveaway. The way the photographs were hung at your house, I just know you obsessed about the distance between them. The calculations in your diary move me to think that you’re trying to work out the mathematical probability of what happened to Trine Rickards.

I’ve wondered whether you really can’t remember, or if you have become so good at control that you don’t allow your mind to be whole? Either way, it must be lonely. Especially now that Elisabeth is dead. It must be so hard to not know why she died. I imagine you believe she committed suicide because of the endless cycle of addiction. That she just couldn’t stand it anymore. Except that wasn’t why. I tried to tell you. I tried to talk to you about it. I wanted to be there for you. Haven’t you always said to me that the truth is never ugly, unlike lies, and that we will live better if we live by it? She committed suicide because of you. Elisabeth died to protect you. She loved you so much because you’re worth that much love. But before she died, she told me what she’d been carrying for so long. And I need you to know, because otherwise it will keep hurting you in myriad ways – you need to know and then you can be free. This freedom is my parting gift to you.

56

Kristina

I take a break here. I’m sick of Leah Iverson playing some fucking cat-and-mouse game with me. My mind is spinning and I don’t know what to think or feel about anything anymore. In spite of everything, I feel sorry for her; it’s terrible to think of her sitting here in this cabin, losing her baby and clearly having some very dark thoughts and, by all accounts, a serious mental breakdown that resulted in the delusions that make up Supernova, only for Anton to return to kill her. I know he did, and either he made her write that note or she wrote it before he got to her. I glance out the window at the black night. Could it be that he’ll come here again? He could turn up here tonight, and might try to cover up what he’s done to really make sure it looks like suicide.