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Chapters (49)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Epigraph Citations
  49. Author Biography

TO PATRICK TRANTER (PT), FROM NATASHA DOWLING (ND)

July 21st, 1:45 a.m.

How would you feel if I killed myself? Would you even care?

7:51 a.m.

I’m really sorry about that last text. I promise I won’t send any more. I’m just feeling really down

12:03 p.m.

I know you might say no to this but would you meet me for coffee? Just for a chat. I really need to see you

11:34 p.m.

I don’t know how you can just switch off your feelings like this Patrick. I can’t do it. I need to see you

July 22nd, 12:09 a.m.

You’re a fucking bastard and I hate you I hope you die

TO ND, FROM PT:

July 22nd, 12:10 a.m.

This is the last message I’m going to send. My wife is ill. I have newborn twins. I’m sorry if I hurt you but I don’t have time for this. Please leave me alone now. I hope you get the help you need

TO PT, FROM ND:

July 22nd, 12:39 a.m.

You’re going to be sorry you said that. Really, really sorry.

1:44 a.m.

Why should you be happy when you’ve destroyed my life? Why should you get to keep what you have?

7:48 a.m.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I really miss you. Call me anytime. Or I could meet you from work, go for a coffee?

Harper put the papers down on the table.

“In light of this evidence, would you like to tell me how you know Patrick Tranter?”

Natasha glanced at the solicitor, who nodded. Wearily, she looked back at Harper, then dropped her eyes.

“He was my boyfriend. Or, I thought he was. We met in a bar, around four months ago.”

“And he tried to end it recently?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t want it to end.”

“I suppose.”

“If you threaten to hurt a man’s family, do you think that will make him love you back?”

“I didn’t threaten him.”

“Look,” said Harper, pointing at the words on the screen, “you said, among other things, why should you get to keep what you have. Looks like a legitimate threat to me. It could easily be construed, in hindsight, as a threat to take Patrick’s children. To hurt him, the way he hurt you.”

Natasha pushed the tablet away with one finger. “I did say that. I also said, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t do what you say.”

“Patrick’s a married man. You must have known that when you got involved with him. What did you think would happen?”