Back Come A Little Closer
Chapters (80)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. CHAPTER 56
  61. CHAPTER 57
  62. CHAPTER 58
  63. CHAPTER 59
  64. CHAPTER 60
  65. CHAPTER 61
  66. CHAPTER 62
  67. CHAPTER 63
  68. CHAPTER 64
  69. CHAPTER 65
  70. CHAPTER 66
  71. CHAPTER 67
  72. CHAPTER 68
  73. CHAPTER 69
  74. CHAPTER 70
  75. A LETTER TO MY READERS
  76. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  77. ALSO BY RACHEL ABBOTT
  78. OTHER NOVELS BY RACHEL ABBOTT
  79. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  80. READING GROUP QUESTIONS

I sit up too quickly, and for a moment the room spins as I push myself back as far as I can against the wall to get away from the dark silhouette. The memories begin to solidify and I want to scream that it can’t be true. Have I dreamed the whole thing, or am I really hiding in Thea’s cellar because I killed Ian? I groan out loud and lift my hands to cover my face. I want to cry, to beg someone to believe that I can’t have murdered him. Whatever they think, it wasn’t me.

But I had the hammer, the blood, the anger.

I want to return to who I was before, when I still believed I had a chance at a normal life.

The person on the end of the bed watches me quietly, saying nothing. I can see now that it’s a woman, but I don’t know who she is or why she is here. Does she know what I’ve done?

I hardly remember how I got to this room. I have no more than a vague sense of Thea guiding me and helping me walk down some stairs; the feel of her hand gripping my arm harder than was necessary; a snapshot of a single light bulb casting a dull, yellow glow. It seems like it was hours ago, but I don’t know whether it is day or night because the room has no windows.

‘Drink this,’ the young woman perched on the edge of my bed finally says as she holds out a cup. My vision seems to have recovered a little, but there isn’t much light. All I can make out is a slight figure with tied-back dark hair and the biggest pair of brown eyes I have ever seen.

I look at the cup she is thrusting towards me and shake my head frantically. ‘I don’t want it. I think I’m going to be sick.’ My throat is dry and my voice croaky, as if I’ve been crying.

‘You have to drink it. Thea will blame me if you don’t.’

‘Who are you? What are you doing here?’

She says nothing, and pushes the cup a little closer.

‘Give it to me, then. I’ll tip it down the toilet,’ I say, although I have no idea where the toilet is.

The woman’s eyes grow even larger at what I have said. ‘She’ll know,’ she says, her voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. She glances over her shoulder as if Thea is going to materialise through the gloom.