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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

“It’s not your fault, darl. None of this is. You can’t help it.” Patrick stroked his wife’s shoulder. “Do you want me to take one of the boys?”

She blurted, “No,” and flinched away, but immediately offered an apologetic smile. “Maybe in a minute.”

The “no” had occurred in Harper, too, a stab in her gut. She wants to hold them, couldn’t he see that? She needs to have them close to her. Where they’re safe, where they belong. Harper tried to ignore her own longing to reach out and take one, to feel the warm weight of a baby in her arms again. At the same time she knew it couldn’t ever be the same, to hold someone else’s child.

“Did you recognise the person you saw?” asked Harper.

“There wasn’t a person,” said Patrick. “She just told you. She didn’t actually see anyone. It wasn’t there, there wasn’t anyone there.”

Harper stared at Patrick for a split second before returning her attention to Lauren. “But on the phone, Mrs Tranter, you said it was the same woman you’d seen in the hospital.”

“Yes,” said Lauren, “I—”

Patrick said, “This is quite a delicate subject, Detective. Do you think we need to explore this right now? Do you think my wife needs to discuss her mental-health issues with you, right now?”

Lauren was staring at Harper. Harper was convinced that, yes, Lauren did in fact want to talk about it. But her husband, clearly, did not want her to. Harper’s instinct, and her training, told her to ignore Patrick.

“Mrs Tranter—Lauren? Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

Lauren looked away. Her mouth turned down at the corners and she shook her head, no.

Hiding her frustration, Harper turned to Patrick. “So, Mr Tranter,” she said, “tell me what you saw.”

Irritation crossed his face. “I didn’t see anything, or anyone. I went outside and had a look around, more for my wife’s sake than anything. She was worried, and I wanted to make sure there was no one there.”

“But you didn’t think there was anyone there, before you went outside?” said Harper.

“No.”

“So why did you go running up the road without your shoes?”

“I told you. I wanted to make sure.”