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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

‘She was well and truly smitten. He was this good-looking rugby lad, played for one of the big team academies. Saracens, I think.’

‘Why did she never tell us?’

‘She thought we wouldn’t approve, that he would distract her from her GCSEs. Anyway, they broke up about a month ago and he had . . . he had a video of her that he was circulating to his mates.’

There was a sudden chill at the top of my spine, icy fingers lain across my skin.

‘What kind of video?’

‘The worst kind.’

I remembered our conversation from a few days ago.

A video with you in it, Lucy?

The sort of thing . . . you wouldn’t want me to see?

She had told me, she had tried to tell me. But I hadn’t got the message, too preoccupied with my own problems.

‘Christ,’ I breathed. ‘Go on.’

‘Do you remember Russ and Rowan’s barbecue, when we all got together to plan for the holiday?’

‘I remember Lucy being particularly grumpy and shouty and making us half an hour late because she wouldn’t get up and get dressed.’

‘Jake followed her around like a puppy dog all afternoon, remember? Then they disappeared for an hour, in that office pod thing that Russ has at the bottom of his garden.’

‘Daniel teased her about it.’

‘Yeah.’ He looked up at the sky, the clouds now hanging ominous and dark above us. The wind was picking up. ‘Let’s go inside, looks like the heavens are about to open.’

We went into the dining room and sat down at the end of the long table, right where I had sat with Izzy just a few hours before. My heart was heavy, like a lead weight in my chest, just thinking about her. I felt the tears coming again and blinked them back.

Sean held his hand out to me.

‘Have you got your mobile?’

I took my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it for him.

‘What are you doing?’

He took the phone from me and went to a site called VideoVault, logging in with his own ID.

‘Jake was in the habit of taking candid pictures of girls he knew, to look at afterwards. He took some of Lucy. Little video clips too, when she didn’t realise it.’

He found whatever he was looking for and turned the phone sideways, holding it up so we could both see.

‘What am I looking at?’ I said.

‘Just watch.’