Chapters (105)
- Praise
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Saturday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Ten months earlier
- Sunday
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Nine months earlier
- Monday
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Six months earlier
- Tuesday
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Four months earlier
- Wednesday
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- One month earlier
- Thursday
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- One Month Later
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by T.M. Logan
- A message from TM Logan
- Copyright
I said, ‘I’m sure there are things we can do to sort it out.’
‘No.’
‘There must be something we can do to get it taken down, removed from whatever site it’s on.’
She stood up and swiped angrily at her tears.
‘I’ve told you. You can’t help! No one can!’
She walked off towards the house without another word.
I gave her a minute, then followed her in. This was something that should be shared with Sean, so we could discuss it, work out what to do – on any normal day that’s what I would have done. But normal was now a distant memory.
I could hardly look at him after today, let alone speak to him.
Daniel’s iPad lay discarded on the low coffee table in the lounge. I took it into the dining room and shut the door behind me, propping the iPad on its stand at the end of the long table. There was a rolling, sick feeling in my stomach.
My little girl is somewhere out there on the internet. Naked. Vulnerable. Naive.
I sat down and unlocked the tablet before realising that I had no real idea where to start. This video of my child – or whatever it was of – was out there somewhere other people could see it. Somewhere that other people could find it. Knowing that made me feel more helpless than ever.
It was one of those teenage things; I knew it went on, but I was pretty hazy on the details. Did they get posted on YouTube? Did they allow that kind of thing? It didn’t seem likely. Weren’t there moderators to remove nudity and sex?
I went back to Google and searched ‘sexting’. The top item was an article from Cosmopolitan magazine advising readers how to send sexy texts and messages, followed by a Wikipedia entry and another page suggesting different messages you could send to your partner. Not that helpful.
Snapchat seemed to be the main choice for kids doing this, but everything posted there apparently disappeared within ten seconds. So presumably anything she’d posted there would have been deleted. I didn’t have a Snapchat account, and even if I did it was highly unlikely that Lucy would accept a friend request from me.
I called up the browser and Googled ‘Where are sex tapes posted?’ A string of results came up, mostly about celebrities who had filmed themselves having sex and then found those films uploaded to the internet to be viewed by millions of strangers. Jennifer Lopez. Pamela Anderson. Kim Kardashian. Colin Farrell. The Wikipedia page had an alphabetised list that went on and on.
But this was getting me nowhere.