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Chapters (46)
  1. Books by Hilary Davidson
  2. Author’s Note
  3. CHAPTER 1
  4. CHAPTER 2
  5. CHAPTER 3
  6. CHAPTER 4
  7. CHAPTER 5
  8. CHAPTER 6
  9. CHAPTER 7
  10. CHAPTER 8
  11. CHAPTER 9
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. CHAPTER 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. CHAPTER 35
  38. CHAPTER 36
  39. CHAPTER 37
  40. CHAPTER 38
  41. CHAPTER 39
  42. CHAPTER 40
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall

I didn’t know what to say, but the keenness of her pain felt as sharp as my own. “When my father died, my mother wouldn’t let Claudia and me come to the hospital,” I said. “She told us that he’d been hurt, and she had to go to him. That was Christmas Eve. Claudia and I waited up for news, but she didn’t call. We fell asleep at some point, but in the morning she still wasn’t back.” I could remember it as clearly as if it had just happened. Claudia, at eleven, wasn’t quite a full-fledged rebel yet, and she went along with my idea that we couldn’t open our presents until our parents came home. My father had already shown me the bracelet, and I felt a secret thrill, knowing it was there under the tree. I think I convinced myself, and maybe my sister, that everything would be all right somehow if we waited.

“Your father was in an accident?” Renfrew asked.

“No. He was stabbed outside a bar.” It had taken me years to piece together what must have happened. He was out for a drink with some of his friends. Another man had come along and asked my father to come outside with him. The man had stabbed my father and left him bleeding on the street. My father was taken to the hospital but he’d lost too much blood too quickly.

“I’m so sorry, Lily. Did they ever find who did it?”

“Yes. He went to jail for a very long time.” It hadn’t made any sense to me when it happened. The man who was arrested—who apparently had confessed when the police picked him up—was the husband of one of my mother’s friends. My mother’s friend didn’t call or come by, and my mother wouldn’t discuss it. It was only when the friend showed up at the funeral, and my mother threw her out of the church, that the first inkling of what had happened hit me. I’d never told anyone, not even Jesse, and when my sister had asked me questions I’d batted her away like a fly.

Padma came back with the doctor, and Jesse, somehow sensing that there was news, sidled into the waiting room. “Tariq is out of surgery,” Padma smiled shyly. “But he is not—how did you put it?—out of the trees yet?”