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Praise for Suzy K Quinn

‘Layers of intrigue and suspense, with a brilliant sting in the tale. Loved it!’

Mel Sherratt, author of Liar Liar

‘Just brilliant! Ridiculously addictive (I DID NOT put it down) and chock full of twists and turns’

Lisa Hall, author of The Perfect Couple

‘Suzy K Quinn is a born storyteller’

Erin Kelly, author of He Said/She Said

‘OMG! What a book! Brilliantly written and utterly chilling! Just wow!’

Darren O’Sullivan, author of Our Little Secret

‘Creepy and addictive with a genuine shocker of a twist!’

Roz Watkins, author of The Devil’s Dice

‘A twist so unexpected I had to turn back to the beginning to see what clues I’d missed! I thought I’d spotted the magician’s sleight of hand, and all the time I was looking in the wrong direction. Bravo, Suzy K!’

Ruth Dugdall, author of My Sister and Other Liars

‘A twisty and menacing look at modern families. Fantastic; I loved it!’

Ali Knight, author of Before I Find You

‘Deliciously dark; had me gripped from the get-go’

Rebecca Tinnelly, author of Never Go There

A note from your author

I still can’t believe so many people read my books.

Each and every day I am grateful for you, dear readers.

Thank you so much.

If you want to ask me any questions about the books,
or chat about anything at all, get in touch:

Email: [email protected]

Facebook.com/suzykquinn (You can
friend request me. I like friends.)

Twitter: @suzykquinn

Website: suzykquinn.com

Happy reading,

Suzy xxx

Also by Suzy K Quinn

Don’t Tell Teacher

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my twin sis, CS Quinn – an
amazing author and fantastic human being.

Lorna – Once upon a time …

There was once a woman who had long in vain wished for a child.

– RAPUNZEL

‘Lorna Miller?’

I want to stand up, but I can’t move.

My sister Dee gives my shoulder an urgent shake.

‘Come on, Lorna,’ she hisses. ‘You’re here now. Too late to back out.’

‘Ms Miller?’ The registrar calls again, looking over the room of couples and their new-born bundles. It’s very beige in here. I suppose people don’t want too many stimulating colours when they’re registering births. It might wake the babies.

My bony legs, bare in denim cut-offs, stick to the fake leather seating. Like they’re glued.

It’s warm today. Warmer, I’m told, than usual for the UK this time of year. And it’s spring here. A time of new beginnings.

Dee loses her patience. ‘Miller,’ she says, standing. ‘Lorna Miller. That’s us.’