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Chapters (77)
  1. Title Page
  2. Praise for Claire Allan:
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Wednesday, 6 June
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Thursday, 7 June
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Friday, 8 June
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Saturday, 9 June
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Sunday, 10 June
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Monday, 11 June
  36. Chapter Twenty-Six
  37. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  38. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  39. Tuesday, 12 June
  40. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  41. Chapter Thirty
  42. Chapter Thirty-One
  43. Chapter Thirty-Two
  44. Chapter Thirty-Three
  45. Chapter Thirty-Four
  46. Chapter Thirty-Five
  47. Chapter Thirty-Six
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  51. Wednesday, 13 June
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Chapter Forty-Three
  56. Chapter Forty-Four
  57. Chapter Forty-Five
  58. Thursday, 14 June
  59. Chapter Forty-Six
  60. Chapter Forty-Seven
  61. Chapter Forty-Eight
  62. Chapter Forty-Nine
  63. Chapter Fifty
  64. Chapter Fifty-One
  65. Chapter Fifty-Two
  66. Chapter Fifty-Three
  67. Chapter Fifty-Four
  68. Saturday, 16 June
  69. Chapter Fifty-Five
  70. Wednesday, 20 June
  71. Epilogue
  72. Acknowledgements
  73. If you loved Forget Me Not, try Claire’s first thriller!
  74. All she ever wanted was to be a mother …
  75. About the Author
  76. Also by Claire Allan:
  77. About the Publisher

I envied her youth. Wanted to tell her to appreciate it while she had it.

‘I don’t know if you ever told me your first name,’ I said.

‘Eve,’ she replied.

I nodded.

Julie sat silently at my other side while DI Bradley talked to someone outside the room – some poor unfortunate who’d been tasked with removing the wastepaper bin and cleaning it. I wondered if DI Bradley was telling that poor officer to go and find my husband.

I pulled my gaze from Constable King’s youthful face and looked down at my wedding ring. My solitaire engagement ring nestled on top of it. A strange tradition. Pieces of metal we put on our fingers to claim ownership of someone else.

‘He didn’t hurt her,’ I said, for myself as much as anyone else. ‘I know that. He might have been seeing her. He might have lied to me about where he was, but I know he wouldn’t have done that to her. He’s a good man. A good father. A good friend. He wouldn’t …’

Constable King took my hand. ‘Please try not to worry. We’ll just be asking a few questions. It’ll be informal, but it is important that we talk to him. I understand this is very distressing for you.’

I nodded, because there was nothing else I could say.

‘If we give you a few minutes to gather yourself, do you think we could continue? We’ve a few more questions that you ladies may be able to answer for us.’

I heard Julie say, ‘Of course.’ Felt Constable King pat my hand and get up to go and talk to her colleague.

‘Did Clare ever mention Paul to you?’ I asked Julie.

‘No, Rachel. I swear. Not outside any conversation we had about you guys. Just boring stuff. There might be a rational explanation.’

It may well be rational but it wasn’t pleasant.

My phone rang then, Molly’s daycare.

‘Mrs Walker,’ her teacher said in the voice she reserved only for the most serious of occasions. ‘I think you’d better come to the nursery. There’s been an incident and Molly’s very upset.’

‘An incident?’ I asked. ‘Has she had an accident or something?’

I thought of how she’d wet the bed. Had been extra clingy.

‘No. I’m afraid it’s more serious than that. We’ve had to inform the police, too. A man was seen walking around the periphery of the outdoor play area. He called Molly over to him; I’m afraid our assistants didn’t see her walk over at first.’

I held my breath, gripping Julie’s hand as she looked at me, eyes wide with concern.