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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Booklist
  4. Dedication
  5. Quote
  6. SUNDAY
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. MONDAY
  10. 3
  11. 4
  12. 5
  13. 6
  14. 7
  15. TUESDAY
  16. 8
  17. 9
  18. 10
  19. 11
  20. 12
  21. 13
  22. 14
  23. 15
  24. WEDNESDAY
  25. 16
  26. 17
  27. 18
  28. 19
  29. 20
  30. 21
  31. 22
  32. 23
  33. 24
  34. 25
  35. 26
  36. 27
  37. 28
  38. 29
  39. 30
  40. 31
  41. 32
  42. 33
  43. 34
  44. THURSDAY
  45. 35
  46. 36
  47. 37
  48. 38
  49. 39
  50. 40
  51. 41
  52. 42
  53. EPILOGUE
  54. DEAR READER LETTER
  55. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  56. READERS GROUP DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  57. Best Day Ever

Poor Kylie. She’ll remain hopeful until the day the cops show up at her new lover’s door. Even then, she’ll flirt with the male officers, and try to talk herself out of trouble. Her new lover may try to save her, convinced there has been some kind of mistake. But I’ll help him learn the truth with a well-timed letter.

The ending for her is all just so predictable.

I’m not finished with David yet, though. He hasn’t suffered yet, not really. Sure, Mary’s death devastated him, but he had Kylie on the side to distract him, to make him feel young again. And they were going to have more children. He’d have a chance to be the father of another little girl. Perhaps they’ll name her Mary?

And he still has his loyal, annoying parents. Has he already introduced them to Kylie, told them about their future? Did they tour the new home? They’ll all be so heartbroken by Kylie’s disappearance. Gone without a trace, without so much as a note goodbye. Sigh.

I wonder about tomorrow. When he discovers Kylie is gone, will he still attend the graduation ceremony? He must, right? He has to be there to support Betsy. I mean, he doesn’t even know yet that his precious daughter, the one he talks to more than he does his wife, is a murderer.

But he will discover the truth soon.

I see Hoffman in my rearview mirror, standing in the dark parking lot, watching me drive away. It’s so nice to feel wanted again. Too bad it’s by the wrong guy. Poor man. Somebody should warn him that I am not what I seem.

Nah, why spoil our fun.

32

8:10 p.m.

I’m hungry. All this activity stirs up my appetite. Of course, the house is dark when I pull into the garage. Only the exterior landscape lights seem to welcome me home. No one else is here. No one else cares.

I walk through the front door and flip on lights to illuminate the courtyard and continue into the kitchen. Of course, since they’re on my mind all of a sudden, I focus on the “art” David’s parents gave us for our wedding, a ceramic pitcher I’d like to break. They’d been in Italy, unable to attend our ceremony, of course, a trip they organized after we’d picked our wedding date.