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Chapters (172)
  1. Dedication
  2. PART ONE
  3. Saturday, 7 March 2020
  4. Matt
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. Matt
  8. Annabelle
  9. 2
  10. Matt
  11. Annabelle
  12. Annabelle
  13. PART TWO
  14. Late July 2004
  15. September 2004, Birmingham University
  16. 2
  17. 3
  18. 4
  19. 5
  20. 6
  21. 7
  22. Saturday, 7 March 2020, 8.30 p.m.
  23. 2
  24. Annabelle
  25. 2
  26. Birmingham, October 2004
  27. 2
  28. 3
  29. 4
  30. 5
  31. Saturday, 7 March 2020, 10.00 p.m.
  32. Annabelle
  33. Birmingham, November 2004
  34. 2
  35. 3
  36. 4
  37. 5
  38. 6
  39. 7
  40. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 4 a.m.
  41. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 6.03 a.m.
  42. 2
  43. Birmingham, December 2006
  44. 2
  45. 3
  46. 4
  47. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 6.15 a.m.
  48. Annabelle
  49. Grappenhall Library, 2009
  50. 2
  51. 3
  52. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 6.45 a.m.
  53. Matt
  54. 2
  55. Chester, 2011
  56. 2
  57. 3
  58. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 2 p.m.
  59. Annabelle
  60. Summer 2012
  61. 2
  62. 3
  63. 4
  64. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 4.55 p.m.
  65. 2
  66. Summer 2012
  67. Late Summer 2012: Wedding Day
  68. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 5.31 p.m.
  69. Annabelle
  70. 2013 Christening
  71. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 5.35 p.m.
  72. 2013: Christening Party
  73. 2
  74. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 5.41 p.m.
  75. Matt
  76. Annabelle
  77. 2014
  78. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 5.44 p.m.
  79. Annabelle
  80. PART THREE
  81. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 5.50 p.m.
  82. Annabelle
  83. Matt
  84. Annabelle
  85. Matt
  86. Annabelle
  87. Wynne
  88. Matt
  89. Sunday, 8 March 2020, 6.40 p.m.
  90. 2
  91. Annabelle
  92. Monday, 9 March 2020, 8 a.m.
  93. Matt
  94. Wynne
  95. Annabelle
  96. Wynne
  97. 2
  98. Matt
  99. 2
  100. Annabelle
  101. Matt
  102. Wynne
  103. 2
  104. Matt
  105. Wynne
  106. 2
  107. Annabelle
  108. 2
  109. Wynne
  110. Annabelle
  111. 2
  112. 1
  113. 2
  114. Matt
  115. Wynne
  116. 2
  117. Wynne
  118. Matt
  119. Annabelle
  120. Annabelle
  121. 2
  122. Tuesday, 10 March 2020, 7 a.m.
  123. 2
  124. Annabelle
  125. Annabelle
  126. 2
  127. Matt
  128. Tuesday, 10 March 2020, 6 p.m.
  129. Annabelle
  130. Finn
  131. Annabelle
  132. Finn
  133. Wynne
  134. 1
  135. 2
  136. Wynne
  137. Wednesday, 11 March 2020, 8 a.m.
  138. Finn
  139. 2
  140. Annabelle
  141. Wynne
  142. PC Gibb
  143. 2
  144. Wynne
  145. Annabelle
  146. Annabelle
  147. Wynne
  148. Matt
  149. Annabelle
  150. Annabelle
  151. 2
  152. Wynne
  153. 2
  154. Annabelle
  155. Annabelle
  156. Wynne
  157. Annabelle
  158. PC Jessie Chalmers
  159. 2
  160. 3
  161. 4
  162. Annabelle
  163. Wynne
  164. Matt
  165. Read on for a sneak peek of Alex Lake’s new novel, coming 2021 …
  166. Early Summer, 2020
  167. Chapter One
  168. Keep Reading …
  169. Acknowledgements
  170. About the Author
  171. Also by Alex Lake
  172. About the Publisher

Matt didn’t want to have this conversation. In the first place, there was no point, because they’d already had it about twenty-five times, and whatever he said to Lindsey – his girlfriend since Christmas – it wouldn’t stop her from telling him that when he went to university he’d meet someone and leave her behind in boring old Stockton Heath, and in the second place, his heart wasn’t in it. He thought it was entirely possible that he would meet someone else, and, the more she talked about it, the more attractive a possibility it seemed.

‘I won’t,’ he said, aware there was a dangerous lack of conviction in his voice. ‘We already talked about this. I’m going out with you.’

Lindsey propped herself up on her elbow. ‘There’ll be loads of girls there. And you’ll end up falling for one of them.’

‘I won’t. I promise I won’t.’

‘You will. I know it.’

The first time they had gone through this pantomime – you will, I won’t, you will – it had lasted for what seemed like hours, until Matt had realized that there was no way to convince her he had no intention of breaking up with her in favour of someone else. More to the point, he’d learned that she didn’t want him to. What she wanted was a promise that he wouldn’t, which he had discovered when he had asked her what he could say to make her believe him. Now, he went straight to it.

‘What can I say to make you believe me?’ he said.

‘Promise me.’

‘Promise you what?’

He knew what was coming. It was as though there was a script.

‘That you’ll never leave me. That you love me.’

He rolled onto his back. He didn’t want to tell her he loved her. All he wanted was to go downstairs and smoke a cigarette in her parents’ back garden, then see who wanted to go to the pub that evening.

‘See?’ she said, with a note of triumphant vindication in her voice. ‘You won’t say it. You can’t.’

‘I’ve already said it. Loads.’ This was always how the conversation ended up: with him swearing undying love to her, and each time it felt a little bit less like the truth.

‘You don’t love me,’ she said. ‘You never have.’