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Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. About the Author
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Chapter Forty-Five
  52. Chapter Forty-Six
  53. Chapter Forty-Seven
  54. Chapter Forty-Eight
  55. Chapter Forty-Nine
  56. Chapter Fifty
  57. Chapter Fifty-One
  58. Chapter Fifty-Two
  59. Chapter Fifty-Three
  60. Chapter Fifty-Four
  61. Chapter Fifty-Five
  62. Chapter Fifty-Six
  63. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  64. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  65. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  66. Chapter Sixty
  67. Chapter Sixty-One
  68. Chapter Sixty-Two
  69. Chapter Sixty-Three
  70. Chapter Sixty-Four
  71. Chapter Sixty-Five
  72. Chapter Sixty-Six
  73. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  74. Chapter Sixty-Eight
  75. Chapter Sixty-Nine
  76. Chapter Seventy
  77. Chapter Seventy-One
  78. Chapter Seventy-Two
  79. Chapter Seventy-Three
  80. Chapter Seventy-Four
  81. Acknowledgments

Matt pushed her away, harder than he’d meant to. Rachel was forced onto the couch. Any harder and she would have gone into the wall. “You’ve all been meeting without me. Haven’t you?”

Matt looked from one shocked face to another, and he stopped at Rachel. The one he trusted most. “Yes,” she said, almost a whisper, “but I can explain, Matt.”

“You all lied to me. Saying you were staying at uni? Why?”

“Matt...” He didn’t even know who it was. Didn’t care.

“Why would you come back to Marsden and not tell me?” He was crying now. “Someone, please just tell me.”

“Matt,” Tim said, stepping forward and putting his hand on Matt’s shoulder, “I promise you, everything will be explained. We just need to do one thing first. We need you to take this boat through our tunnel, our tunnel—you, me, Rachel, Ed, Robert, Pru—our tunnel. And when we come out the other side, everything will be better. What did you say once? Going through Standedge is like leaving the world and coming back to it? Let’s do that. And let’s enjoy it. And afterward, you can ask anything you want. Promise.”

Matt looked at him through tears. He didn’t know what to think. But he knew one thing. “I don’t know who you people are anymore.” And he pushed past Tim to the hatch, looking back long enough to see their reactions. Pru, Edmund, Robert and Tim—even Amy—were staring dumbfounded. Rachel was crying. He didn’t care—they were meant to be his best friends.

He went outside, slamming the hatch behind him. He started up the motor again, almost on autopilot looking down on himself. He picked up one of the cans of beer on the deck and wiped it across his forehead before opening it. The air was cold and he looked up to see the sunny day had turned sour, with dark clouds threatening rain, as if the weather was being dictated by him.

Matt leaned against the steering column, watching the mouth of the tunnel grow ever closer. He drained a full can in less than a minute. He didn’t care anymore—he didn’t care if he lost his job. There was only one real reason he had got it in the first place—for this exact scenario. And it was ruined. All of it was. His friends were ruined.