Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Sixteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Fifteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Thirteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Twelve hours before the murder
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Eleven hours before the murder
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Ten hours before the murder
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Nine hours before the murder
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Eight hours before the murder
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Five hours before the murder
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Forty-five minutes before the murder
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Fifteen minutes before the murder
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- After
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
How much did Anna tell you? I asked.
Everything.
Define ‘everything’. I knew it was possible Anna had just given Max the bare bones, and when he related the story back to me I was right – she’d told him I had a manipulative ex who had now cropped up in one of my cases, and had turned up on the doorstep a couple of times to bother me. For the second time in two days, I told the full story of what had happened between me and Mike. It was a story I hadn’t ever intended sharing with anyone, and now I’d shared it with two people in a short space of time. I really hoped that Anna hadn’t told Max that Singh knew about Mike before he did, though. The last thing I needed was extra jealousy piled on top of how he was feeling.
Once I’d finished, he sat back and shook his head. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me any of this, Paige. I mean, I understand now why you were so reluctant to get into a relationship in the first place. Maybe if you’d told me, I wouldn’t have struggled to understand you so much.
If I’d told you, you would have seen me as someone with too many issues, I replied, sitting forward as I attempted to explain it from my point of view. Either you would have decided you didn’t want to risk having those issues come back to bite you on the arse, or else you would have tried too hard to fix me. As it was, we went into our relationship with a clean slate, without any preconceptions of who the other person was and what they’d experienced. And it’s been good, hasn’t it?
He nodded and gave me a small smile. It has, but I feel like you’ve been closed off, as if you don’t trust me.
I felt tears prick my eyes and blinked rapidly. I really didn’t want to let myself get emotional.
I do trust you, I told him. I know that I have to trust you if this is going to work, and I’ve pushed myself not to close myself off from you since we’ve been together. I just didn’t want to have to go into all of this about Mike, to rake it up and go over it again. I didn’t want your sympathy, or your judgement.
Why would I judge you? He looked irritated and I threw my hands up again.