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Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Evie felt the blood rush from her face. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame.

‘Are you sure you’ve got the right flat?’ the man asked. ‘I’ve lived here for the past two years and I’d definitely remember seeing someone who fits that description.’

‘My god, it can’t be true,’ whispered Evie despairingly.

‘I’m really sorry,’ said the man as he slowly started to close the door.

But Evie wasn’t ready for this to be over. She had to speak to Maximilian. Pushing the man’s door open with a mighty shove, Evie made her way into the middle of the room, stopping abruptly when she came to a couch, a coffee table accessorised by two clearly homemade bongs and a TV where the table and stools had been. Turning around, she came eye-to-eye with the man, who was looking at her as if she’d completely lost it, which she feared she actually had.

‘Seriously man, just tell me where he is,’ she pleaded, looking around for any signs of Maximilian. ‘This is really important.’

‘Look, I’m sorry you’re confused, really I am,’ the man said, his voice softening, ‘but I don’t know what you’re on about.’

Evie sat down on the couch, hanging her head between her knees. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening, she thought, over and over, shaking her head back and forth slowly. And if it was happening, then surely Maximilian should have been here to send her back to the future.

The man crouched down and said gently, ‘Is there somebody I can call? Somebody who can come and get you?’

Evie kept shaking her head, her body trembling. ‘No, there’s nobody to call. Who would believe me? I’m sorry for barging in,’ she murmured as she stood up to leave.

The man nodded, opening the door and giving her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. ‘You get yourself home and have a good lie down, now.’

Home? Evie thought, her chest tightening. But I don’t know where that is anymore.

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For the rest of the day Evie felt as if she were in a trance. She’d considered going straight to the nearest pub but decided that getting plastered would probably only make her situation worse in the long run. Instead, she visited her flat in Angel, which was now a brighter shade of burnt orange. Her buzzer nameplate had been replaced by one for Natalie Shah. Evie stood staring at the flat’s entrance for what felt like a very long time, the disbelief of the day seeping deep into her bones. She thought of all she’d lost in just a few hours, from her gorgeous, hodgepodge flat to her very grip on reality. I didn’t ask for this! she almost yelled, when a resident she didn’t recognise politely asked her to move so he could go inside.