Chapters (103)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Dedication
- In Which Introductions Are Made
- We Find a Body
- Ethan
- Something's Missing
- Did She, or Didn't She?
- There Are Cracks in Every Marriage
- Beauty and the Beast
- Discoveries Are Made
- A Twist of the Knife
- And Then They Were Three
- The Friends Come A-Calling
- Burn All the Lawyers
- The Tangled Webs We Weave
- Sids, or Not to Sids
- The Strange Case of the Missing Wife
- The Police Arrive
- Glory Days
- Tell Me Your Secrets
- What's Really Going on Here?
- The Investigation Begins
- Read All About It
- The First Break
- In Which We Receive a Clue
- Voices, I Hear Voices
- Another Dawn Is Dawning
- Life As We Know It Has Ended
- Francophiles in Franklin
- Stop the Madness
- She Who Knew Her Best
- An Unexpected Surprise
- A Video Is Worth a Thousand Words
- Good Timing, Officer
- A Trail Emerges
- I Hear You're Missing a Wife
- A Corrosive Beast
- Let's Go For a Drive
- Take a Walk on the Wilde Side
- The Ties That Bind
- Blackmail, or How Does Your Garden Grow?
- When All You Know Is False
- A Change of Heart
- I'm Coming Home, I'm Coming Home
- The Man Is Lying Through His Teeth
- A Cry, But Not For Help
- The Green Grass Across the Way
- A Challenge Is Given
- The News, The Damning News
- Not Everything Is As It Seems
- Live From a Crime Scene
- And Never the Twin Shall Meet
- Now the World Knows
- Now, Isn't That Odd?
- Sutton
- Memento Mori
- Elle est Arrivée
- Wife, Interrupted
- A Bit of Backstory
- The Ghost of Papa
- We Meet a Friend
- And So It Begins
- Hello, My Name Is...
- A Baby Is Born
- Café au Lait in Bed
- An Affair to Remember
- Past Lives Revealed
- Murder, She Wrote
- Those Sacred Hearts
- An Appointment Missed, A Disaster Avoided
- Secrets and Monsters
- American Woman
- The Headlines Are Grabbing
- Rise and Shine
- When Things Go Sideways
- An Arrest Is Made
- Sometimes, You Get Exactly What You Want
- Everyone
- Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
- Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
- Admit It
- Once a Juvie, Always a Juvie
- Haze on the Seine
- Through a Glass, Darkly
- Poison Ivy
- About...Face
- Lean on Me
- The Trinity
- Leavin', on a Jet Plane
- Shine a Bright Light in the Corners
- Home Is Where They Have to Take You In
- Truth Will Out
- You Should Have Known
- Admissions of Guilt
- Be Shriven
- The Reckoning
- Death, and Rebirth
- Just When You Think It's Over
- Author Note
- Acknowledgments
- Excerpt from Field of Graves by J.T. Ellison
She was thirteen, angry at her parents, trying hard to be popular by taking risks—no, not taking, throwing herself against them like waves against a rock—seeing a boy who cared nothing for her and knew exactly how to take advantage of her. What happened next was almost inevitable.
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When Sutton missed her period, she didn’t think anything of it.
The second month without one she blamed on jogging, which she’d taken up with a vengeance in lieu of throwing herself at bad choices. She might even go out for track. Wouldn’t that be fun?
The third month, when she was feeling sick and sore, she bought a test. Two pink lines. Her first thought: I’m going to die. The second: They’re going to kill me.
Once she couldn’t deny it anymore, she did her best not to panic. She knew exactly what had happened that night, even though she couldn’t remember it all in detail. She’d gone in wanting to be the cool party girl, and wow, had she ever gotten her wish. And now she was going to pay the price.
But she was going to handle things herself. She knew what she needed to do. Get rid of it, and fast. There was no way in hell she was going to face any of the boys who’d been there that night, especially Hayden, that prick, and tell them she was in trouble. Hell, no.
But Joe Schmo kept a purple Crown Royal bag full of cash in a barrel in the garage. She’d seen him sneaking bills into and from it plenty of times. He’d catch her eventually, notice the missing money—$300 was a lot, even to a man who had a good job—and she’d be punished, badly, but at least she’d be in the clear. Her life wouldn’t be ruined. No more than it already was, of course.
The day she threw up for the first time, she skipped seventh period, the first time she’d cut since the party, and snuck out to the parking deck where the kids assembled to smoke or make out or catch a quick high. The sun was blasting, the day so hot and humid that she felt like she was going to melt into the pavement and die.
She’d been feeling like she might die a lot, lately. She was such an idiot. What a huge, stupid mistake.