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
Kat looks at Becca. She can’t believe that she once thought she looked like Ellie. Where Ellie is closed, Becca is open. And where Beth wears a mask, Becca radiates authenticity. ‘I’m sorry you had to wait,’ Kat whispers. ‘I had some other guilt to get rid of first.’
‘And did you?’
Kat smiles, the tears all dried up now. ‘Yes,’ she answers. ‘I did.’
Epilogue
Epilogue
January 2022
The service is over now. Beth’s dad has been sent to his final resting place, and he should leave too, Simon thinks. The girls are with his parents in Hertfordshire. Their house in Wandsworth is on the market, and his mum is dropping heavy hints that he and the girls should move closer to them. But for now, they have school tomorrow, and it will be a long drive home in the rain.
But he can’t leave the crematorium yet. Not without introducing himself to Beth’s mother – a stranger to him for all these years – and showing her the precious photos that he keeps in his wallet.
Beth left as soon as the service finished, led away, back to her new home on remand in Bronzefield prison, flanked on both sides by prison officers. She didn’t cry at all during the service. She sat blank-faced, looking straight ahead. If you weren’t watching carefully, you might think she didn’t move at all. But Simon noticed the way her hands slid and scratched as her father’s coffin disappeared behind the curtain.
The investigation is ongoing. DC Stone has phoned Simon a couple of times, but he barely listens to the detective. Beth has been charged with the serious assault of Mark Sullivan and Kat Wilson. They’re hoping the footage of her crouching down by Jon Smith’s side will be enough to prove she was responsible for his death too, the passer-by who put filming the event above helping suddenly labelled a hero for first compelling Beth to phone for an ambulance, and then providing the vital evidence to prove her guilt. The police video analysts have already determined that she picked the needle off the ground, and their working theory is that she used it to inject air into Jon’s vein after he had injected himself with heroin, when he was pliant. Thames Valley police have decided there’s not enough evidence to charge Beth with her brother’s murder, but she’s paying in other ways for that.