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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Sarah Clarke
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Dedication
  7. Note to Readers
  8. Prologue
  9. December 2021
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. January 2003
  16. Chapter 6
  17. December 2021
  18. Chapter 7
  19. Chapter 8
  20. February 2003
  21. Chapter 9
  22. December 2021
  23. Chapter 10
  24. Chapter 11
  25. Chapter 12
  26. March 2003
  27. Chapter 13
  28. December 2021
  29. Chapter 14
  30. Chapter 15
  31. Chapter 16
  32. Chapter 17
  33. April 2003
  34. Chapter 18
  35. December 2021
  36. Chapter 19
  37. Chapter 20
  38. Chapter 21
  39. Chapter 22
  40. April 2003
  41. Chapter 23
  42. December 2021
  43. Chapter 24
  44. Chapter 25
  45. Chapter 26
  46. April 2003
  47. Chapter 27
  48. December 2021
  49. Chapter 28
  50. Chapter 29
  51. Chapter 30
  52. Chapter 31
  53. Chapter 32
  54. Chapter 33
  55. Chapter 34
  56. May 2003
  57. Chapter 35
  58. December 2021
  59. Chapter 36
  60. May 2003
  61. Chapter 37
  62. December 2021
  63. Chapter 38
  64. Chapter 39
  65. Chapter 40
  66. Chapter 41
  67. Chapter 42
  68. Chapter 43
  69. Chapter 44
  70. Chapter 45
  71. Chapter 46
  72. Chapter 47
  73. Chapter 48
  74. Chapter 49
  75. Chapter 50
  76. April 2003
  77. Chapter 51
  78. December 2021
  79. Chapter 52
  80. June 2003
  81. Chapter 53
  82. December 2021
  83. Chapter 54
  84. Chapter 55
  85. Chapter 56
  86. January 2022
  87. Chapter 57
  88. Epilogue
  89. A Letter from Sarah Clarke
  90. Keep Reading …
  91. Acknowledgements
  92. Dear Reader …
  93. About the Publisher

Like meeting Beth at the unit eighteen years ago, or Ellie as she called herself then. Kat had been broken when she first arrived there, slash wounds on her wrists and deeper ones inside her. But then Ellie sought her out, and gave her just enough hope to see a sliver of light. Ellie was damaged, like her, but also beautiful like Becca, with smooth skin and eyes big enough to listen as well as see. And for some unfathomable reason, Ellie wanted to be her friend. Kat couldn’t understand why – not until the day Ellie fully explained it – but she bathed in the glow of Ellie’s attention. From that first group therapy session, they slowly became inseparable. Kat didn’t comment on Ellie washing her hands a hundred times a day, and Ellie didn’t seem to mind Kat knocking on her door with a similar regularity. In fact, she seemed to like it.

Their friendship came to an abrupt end when Kat left the unit. It all happened in such a whirlwind. She found out the police had dropped all charges on the same day Dr Sharp confirmed that she was well enough to leave. On finding out the news, her dad announced that he’d booked her an airline ticket to Australia, and her mum offered to pack her stuff so that Kat could avoid going back home. Her whole life changed in twenty-four hours, but still, her last encounter with Ellie – with all that emotion coursing through her – was what she remembers most. And how utterly devastating it was.

At least now she’s got a chance to make things right.

It felt like fate when Ellie’s face appeared on the computer screen at work. She didn’t look exactly the same of course – she was older, richer, more polished – but the post underneath her photo gave a bigger clue. After what she went through with her brother, stopping for a homeless heroin addict was exactly the sort of thing she’d do. Ellie didn’t like to talk about Eddie much at the unit, but she’d given Kat the facts of his death, and how it led to her mysophobia and anxiety spiralling out of control – that and the newspaper article which followed. Ellie didn’t bring any photos with her to the unit, so Kat never knew what her brother looked like. But the picture that she found in Beth’s shoebox earlier today must be him; the resemblance is too stark for it not to be.