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Chapters (40)
  1. Praise for Our Little Secret
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  5. Prologue
  6. PART ONETHE GUARDER
  7. ALEXANDRA
  8. RUTH
  9. ALEX
  10. RUTH
  11. ALEX
  12. RUTH
  13. ALEX
  14. RUTH
  15. ALEX
  16. RUTH
  17. ALEX
  18. PART TWOTHE RUNNER
  19. ALEX
  20. RUTH
  21. ALEX
  22. RUTH
  23. PART THREETHE THIEF
  24. ALEX
  25. RUTH
  26. ALEX
  27. RUTH
  28. ALEX
  29. RUTH
  30. ALEX
  31. RUTH
  32. ALEX
  33. RUTH
  34. ALEX
  35. RUTH
  36. ALEX
  37. RUTH
  38. DISCUSSION GUIDE QUESTIONS
  39. Also Available by Roz Nay
  40. AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

If you want to keep something safe, you have to do it yourself. That tin was a time bomb. I peel open the lid and run my hands through the silky little baggies, liking the way they move and yield around my fingertips. The rolls of tight money are all there. Safe and sound. Eli’s gone, and he didn’t hurt anyone. And nobody is the wiser but me.

I tuck the whole thing back into its hole and replace the metal grill in the front. Back in the kitchen, I pull my hair into a topknot, take a breath, then pick up my cell.

“Alex?” Sully answers on the first ring.

“Hi,” I say. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m off duty.”

“Can we meet? I need to tell you something.”

He pauses. Possibility fizzes down the line. “Sure. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I need to talk to you. It’s about my sister.”

RUTH

It’s Thursday afternoon, and I’ve just woken up from a nap. I haven’t heard from Eli since Monday, the day I got back from the hospital. His silence is almost worse than his threats. Is he waiting to take me by surprise? Around the apartment, I jump every time toast pops up in the toaster, and feel like at any minute I could cry.

When Chase and I got back from the hospital, Alex had prepared a nice spot for me to rest, vacuumed the floors, and polished every surface. But something was different in the apartment; something felt blank. It took me a minute to figure out that the massive ski photo by the front door was missing, the canvas leaning torn and face-in by the coatrack.

“What happened to my picture?” Chase asked. “Did it fall down?”

“I’m so sorry.” Alex moved to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She looked hot, like she’d been running. “I stumbled into it while I was vacuuming. I’m afraid my elbow went right through it.”

Chase swallowed, his brow creased. “That’s too bad. I really loved that picture.”

“I’m so sorry. Maybe I can get another one made?”

“Maybe,” Chase said.

I let them commiserate for a minute, saying I needed the bathroom. For the fiftieth time, I checked in the back of the vanity, but still the tin wasn’t there.