Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for Sara Shepard
- Also by Sara Shepard
- Dedication
- PART ONE
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- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- PART TWO
- Piper
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Piper
- Eighteen
- Piper
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Piper
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Piper
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Piper
- Thirty-Four
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“He just started to get . . . strange. We would be in meetings together, and he would bring up things I said, promises I’d made to him. I swore I hadn’t said any such thing, but he had a way of making you doubt your reality. He did it with the writers, too. He’d take credit for ideas that were for sure someone else’s, twisting things so the other writers wouldn’t know which end was up. I was starting to see a pattern in it. Starting to see it was toxic. It’s why we canceled his episode. He wasn’t happy about that.”
“You canceled his episode?” Lauren repeated. She thought of how mopey Graham had been when he’d had to come collect her from the police station when he was supposed to be shooting his episode. Meanwhile, it had been canceled.
“I think he’s just one of those people who wants what he wants, and when things get out of hand, he . . . snaps,” Gracie said. “I should have seen through it, Lauren. I should have talked to you more. I feel terrible I believed what he said about you.”
“It’s okay,” Lauren said softly. She’d seen Gracie and Graham on one side, her on the other, and hell, even herself on one side, and the rest of the family on the other. But it wasn’t that way at all. Incredible that Graham could dupe so many strong, successful women into questioning their sanity. Or maybe, in Piper’s case, losing their sanity altogether.
She thought a lot about Piper pretending North was still alive for thirteen years. Neighbors were baffled when they found out North had passed away as a baby, as there was always evidence of kid things strewn around the property—bicycles, Rollerblades, balls. They swore they heard high-pitched kid squeals coming from the backyard pool.
As for an actual child, though? Collectively, no one could say for sure say they’d ever seen North, but they were the sorts of neighbors that didn’t meddle in others’ business. Piper kept to herself; her son kept to himself. Back when Piper first moved to Raisin Beach, she’d lived in a dumpy apartment on the outskirts of town—and must have perpetuated the North lie at least to herself back then. But the press, who was hungry for more of this story, couldn’t find anyone from that time in Piper’s life to verify that.