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Chapters (51)
  1. The Family Secret
  2. Copyright
  3. Praise for Tracy Buchanan’s novels
  4. What readers loved about Tracy Buchanan’s last novel, The Lost Sister …
  5. Dedication
  6. Table of Contents
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Letter to my readers
  43. Acknowledgments
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  45. With the loss of her mother, Becky aches to find her sister. She knows she cannot move forward in her life without answers…
  46. A girl has gone missing. You’ve never met her, but you’re to blame…
  47. You’d kill to protect your child…Wouldn’t you?
  48. Everything you’ve built your life on is a lie. And no one has been telling the truth for a very long time…
  49. How far would you go for the one you love the most?
  50. Also by Tracy Buchanan
  51. About the Publisher

Amber picks it up, breathing in the sweet scent. She takes a sip, letting it calm her mind.

‘Lumin’s lucky to have had you to help her,’ Rosa says, taking a sip of her own chocolate. ‘To come all this way to track down her family. You must be exhausted.’

‘I am,’ Amber admits.

Rosa looks out at the snow. ‘Best not do any driving in that. Why don’t you stay the night?’

‘I need to call the police in charge of Lumin’s case. It’ll be up to them what we do.’

‘They can’t control the snow … nor the phone reception,’ Rosa adds. ‘All the lines are down.’

Amber looks at her phone and sees she has no reception. ‘The cell network seems to be down too.’ She’s relieved as it gives her an excuse not to face Detective King’s disapproval.

‘There, that decides it. You must stay.’

‘If you’re sure?’ she asks Rosa. ‘I don’t want to impose.’

‘It’s no bother, really. In fact, it’ll be nice to have the company.’

‘Do you live alone now?’ Amber asks.

‘No,’ Rosa replies with a smile. ‘I live here with my fiancé, Daren. He’s on a business trip at the moment. Typical he goes on the snowiest weekend of the year so far. No doubt he’ll be stuck there.’

‘Hopefully not for Christmas. It’s good you’ve moved on.’

‘I don’t really like the phrase “moved on”,’ Rosa says. ‘It suggests I’ve left the world that was occupied by my daughter. I haven’t, she’s still here. I’ve just adapted my surroundings to take into account the space she’s left.’

‘I get it,’ Amber says, nodding sadly.

‘You’ve lost someone too?’

‘My little girl. She was four.’

Rosa quickly puts her mug down and places her hand over Amber’s. ‘I’m so sorry.’

Amber smiles weakly. ‘It’s fine, it’s been ten years.’

‘Time doesn’t really heal though, does it? It still comes in waves.’

Amber nods, pressing her lips together to stop the tears coming. ‘It was meningitis. It was so quick,’ she says. ‘One minute we were rushing her into hospital, the next …’ She lets her voice trail off as the memories bombard her. ‘I loved her so much. I miss her so much.’

Amber is surprised when she starts sobbing. Really sobbing. Rosa pulls her into her arms, and Amber sobs into this stranger’s neck. After a while, Rosa begins to cry too, two mothers grieving over their lost children.

Then the door creaks open and Lumin appears in the room.

‘Amber? What’s wrong?’ she says in surprise. Then she runs over and sits on the other side of Amber, hugging her close.

Amber wipes her tears away, laughing. ‘This is so silly. We’ve come here for you, and yet here I am, sobbing my heart out for me.’