Chapters (71)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- A Letter from Jackie
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Jackie Walsh
What happened here? How did this baby end up in the dog’s grave? Did Mom kill the baby? Is it the other Rebecca Sarah Wall, who was on born 13th March 1991? With my hand resting on the corpse, my world spins before me. If this is true, then everything I have known up to now is a lie. My family. My name. Me. Am I that girl in the picture? The little one with the tuft of hair sticking up? The pink coat – is it mine? Did Mom abduct me?
I took you, Becca. You’re not my daughter.
Unable to move out of this freshly dug grave, I cry.
With little energy left, I pull the bundle closer. There are a lot of answers in that bundle, wrapped in plastic, waiting to be freed. But where do I start? Mom won’t be able to tell me anything. Does Dad even know what went on? He was away that year, the first year of my life. Did Mom do this without him?
The rain has stopped. Everything is calm now, the clouds drifting slowly in the brightening sky. I’m getting to my feet when I sense someone standing behind me.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Danny’s face is whiter than the moon. His eyes are wide with fear. He says nothing as he reaches down to me, offering to help me stand. But I don’t want his help. Pushing his hand away, I scramble to my feet.
‘Is that me?’ I say, pointing at the bundle by my feet. ‘Is that me?’ I shout again, moving my face closer to his.
Danny isn’t answering. He knows. I punch him on the arm, then the other arm, kick his shins. ‘Tell me, is it me?’ I cry, thumping my hands into his chest. He pulls me close to him, gripping my arms, disabling the attack. Danny is shaking, I can feel his body against mine. His arms hold me tight, too tight.
‘Let me go,’ I shout, wriggling out of his grip. Then I look him straight in the eye. ‘Did you know?’ I say.
He answers with a slow nod. My legs buckle, I’m going to collapse. I feel like someone is pushing down on my head, trying to squeeze me down into the soil. I’m going to puke. My mouth fills, my head jerks, and I remember the bundle lying by my feet. I turn my head to avoid it and throw up all over Danny’s shoes.