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
He nodded. He looked like a man who was on his way to the gallows and knew his soul was already damned.
‘Aye,’ he said softly.
It was time for the truth.
Chapter 76
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The air outside was thick with humidity, the storm to our south casting the land into deep shadow. It was pushing up fast and would be overhead soon. For now, though, the evening sun continued to beat down on the villa with an intense, relentless Mediterranean heat that started to bake my skin as soon as we stepped outside. Sean and I found a couple of chairs and sat down at the far edge of the balcony, the French countryside spread out below us like a watercolour painting in vivid greens and deep, earthy browns.
‘Before I say anything else, Sean, I just want to make one thing clear between us.’
‘OK,’ he said uncertainly.
‘I’ve never trusted anyone in my life the way I trust you,’ I said. ‘Not even my parents or my sister. The things I tell you, the things we share – I trust you completely.’
He nodded but said nothing.
‘But this week that trust has been tested to the limit, to the point where I thought things would never be the same again, that we could never go back to the way they were. But I still think there’s a chance we can go back. Do you?’
He swallowed hard.
‘I hope we can.’
‘Well, the only way that’s going to happen is if you trust me. You have to trust me. You have to tell me what’s going on, right here, right now. I need the truth.’
‘I know.’
‘And I swear to God, I swear on my life, if you don’t tell me the absolute truth – and I mean everything – the first thing I’ll do when we get home is file for divorce. It’ll kill me, but I will do it.’
‘Don’t,’ he said quickly. ‘Don’t do that.’
‘No more secrets, then.’
He nodded. ‘No more secrets.’
‘Good.’
He seemed to buckle in on himself, slumping into his chair as if he had been holding something back for so long that all of his energy was exhausted. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
‘I didn’t do it. I didn’t push Izzy over the edge.’
I took his big right hand in both of mine. ‘I know, Sean. I know you didn’t.’
He looked up, blinking in surprise. ‘You do?’
‘Yes.’
‘But you thought I . . .’
‘Not any more – I’ve finally figured some things out.’ It was nowhere near the truth, but I needed him to think that I knew, to push him into telling me. ‘I just need you to help me put the pieces together in the right order.’
He leaned back in his seat until he was staring straight up at the sky, at the dark clouds gathering overhead.