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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Part One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Part 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. Part Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. Read on for an extract from The Secrets of Cedar Farm
  44. Chapter One
  45. Chapter Two
  46. Chapter Three
  47. Chapter Four
  48. Thank you for reading…
  49. About the Author
  50. Also by Carissa Ann Lynch
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  52. About the Publisher

“Do you think Rebecca had something to do with this? Is that why you’re asking?” Georgia asked, eyes widening with realization.

“I don’t think so. But we did see all the messages on your phone. The threats and the warnings. I’m surprised you haven’t taken out a restraining order against her.”

Now it was Georgia’s turn to shrug. “She’s old and she’s hurting. I don’t think she actually wants to hurt me. I think she just wants me to constantly be reminded of what I did and what it cost her. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’ll never forget. I tried to move on and start my own yoga studio but that’s failing miserably, and I still think about that sweet little boy every day. I’m so tormented by what I did, and nobody even really knows. The hospital just swept it under the rug the way hospitals do sometimes.”

“But Asher knew,” Detective Smalls said, raising her eyebrows. “One of the other party guests mentioned your relationship with him, and something about a monthly membership to your gym. He’s your friend and attorney. Is he also your lover, Georgia?”

Georgia took a deep breath, then exhaled noisily. Her breath smelled stale from across the table.

“Of course not. Asher and I have been best friends since we were in diapers. Thinking of him in that way is just plain gross. He’s always been like a brother to me. And as far as the gym membership goes, that was his stupid idea. I’d insisted on paying him for his attorney services with the Massey hearings. I didn’t want to take advantage of his friendship. He deserved to get paid for helping me. It was the least I could do for asking for his legal advice and counsel at the last minute. I forced the money on him, even though he wanted to help me pro bono. When I set up my yoga studio, he was in there the next day, forcing my assistant to sign him up for a monthly membership fee, even though I didn’t even have enough clients to set up regular memberships. Asher hates yoga and I knew right away that it was his way of funneling the money back to me. He knew I was headed for financial ruin after being forced out from my nursing job. All that school debt, no one who would hire me, and my new, destined-to-fail business… He was being a good friend, that’s all. There’s nothing more to it than that. My relationship with Asher has nothing to do with this crime…”