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Chapters (105)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Saturday
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Ten months earlier
  21. Sunday
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Nine months earlier
  34. Monday
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Chapter 29
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Six months earlier
  48. Tuesday
  49. Chapter 37
  50. Chapter 38
  51. Chapter 39
  52. Chapter 40
  53. Chapter 41
  54. Chapter 42
  55. Chapter 43
  56. Chapter 44
  57. Chapter 45
  58. Chapter 46
  59. Chapter 47
  60. Four months earlier
  61. Wednesday
  62. Chapter 48
  63. Chapter 49
  64. Chapter 50
  65. Chapter 51
  66. Chapter 52
  67. Chapter 53
  68. Chapter 54
  69. Chapter 55
  70. Chapter 56
  71. Chapter 57
  72. Chapter 58
  73. Chapter 59
  74. Chapter 60
  75. One month earlier
  76. Thursday
  77. Chapter 61
  78. Chapter 62
  79. Chapter 63
  80. Chapter 64
  81. Chapter 65
  82. Chapter 66
  83. Chapter 67
  84. Chapter 68
  85. Chapter 69
  86. Chapter 70
  87. Chapter 71
  88. Chapter 72
  89. Chapter 73
  90. Chapter 74
  91. Chapter 75
  92. Chapter 76
  93. Chapter 77
  94. Chapter 78
  95. Chapter 79
  96. Chapter 80
  97. One Month Later
  98. Chapter 81
  99. Chapter 82
  100. Chapter 83
  101. Acknowledgements
  102. About the Author
  103. Also by T.M. Logan
  104. A message from TM Logan
  105. 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

76

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.