Chapters (93)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Sarah Clarke
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Note to Readers
- Prologue
- December 2021
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- January 2003
- Chapter 6
- December 2021
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- February 2003
- Chapter 9
- December 2021
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- March 2003
- Chapter 13
- December 2021
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- April 2003
- Chapter 18
- December 2021
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- April 2003
- Chapter 23
- December 2021
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- April 2003
- Chapter 27
- December 2021
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- May 2003
- Chapter 35
- December 2021
- Chapter 36
- May 2003
- Chapter 37
- December 2021
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- April 2003
- Chapter 51
- December 2021
- Chapter 52
- June 2003
- Chapter 53
- December 2021
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- January 2022
- Chapter 57
- Epilogue
- A Letter from Sarah Clarke
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- About the Publisher
‘I’ve got one,’ a small voice chimes, saving her from Dr Sharp’s encouraging stare. Katherine looks up. It’s the girl sitting right next to her, her fingers tightly interlaced in her lap. She gives the girl a grateful smile for taking the clinician’s focus and enjoys the tentative one she gets in return. ‘Keeping busy, having tasks to focus on,’ the girl continues.
‘That can be really helpful, Ellie,’ Dr Sharp says, although her voice is uncharacteristically reticent. ‘Katherine, what do you think?’ she tries again.
She bites her cheek. ‘Absolving for my sins,’ she murmurs.
‘Sorry, I didn’t hear …’
‘Doing something good,’ she says louder, looking at the new girl who came to her rescue. ‘Helping someone in need.’
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Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Beth
Beth skids to a halt on the corner of Brookhill Road. Her knees start to buckle. She reaches out, finds the rough surface of yellow London brick, someone’s garden wall. But it feels grimy. She imagines the dirt seeping into her fingertips. Her heart starts galloping and she pulls her hand back, rubs it against her jeans. What’s she going to do?
She raced back from Reading – a screeching taxi to the station, then a fast train to Clapham and a sprint from there – and she’s only a stone’s throw from home now. But she can’t make the final steps, not with Mark curled up on the pavement opposite her house, his lanky legs folded under his chin. He looks like a victim, she realises. A sad, homeless man who’s missed out on life’s chances. Not at all like the truth of it: a nasty piece of shit who’s happy to traumatise a little girl.
And what else is Mark capable of? If he’s reckless enough to approach Ava at school, what would he be willing to do to Beth?
She’s heard the stories. Stalkers who follow their victims night and day, whom no one takes seriously because they seem so passive. Then one day it changes. Except it’s all too late by then. Because they’re sitting in a police cell claiming mental illness and a woman somewhere has had her life ruined forever. Acid in her face, a knife in her chest, or even just a memory that she can never erase. Is that what’s going to happen to her?