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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Praise for The Lie
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Keep Reading
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Book Club Questions for The Lie by C.L. Taylor
  57. A Conversation With C.L. Taylor
  58. About the Author
  59. Also by C.L. Taylor
  60. About the Publisher

Al is standing in the doorway in her bare feet, a fluffy baby blue dressing gown wrapped over her hospital gown, her hands in the pockets. Her face is still wan but it’s lost its deathly pale pallor. Liz takes a step back as Al pads across the floor towards me.

“Al.” I force myself to look her in the eye. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, incredibly—”

She pulls me into her arms before I can finish my sentence, and holds me as I cry into her shoulder.

“I’ll give you some time,” Liz says softly. Her shoes squeak on the lino as she leaves the room.

“A Valium overdose?”

“Yeah.” Al reaches for the jug of water beside the bed and pours herself a glass. “The doctors think she must have crumpled some tablets into the flask of tea she gave me when we arrived at Green Fields. They don’t think she meant to kill me …” She pauses to take a sip of water. “She was a mess, Emma. She told me that she started the fire at Ekanta Yatra. She waited two days for Isaac and Daisy to come back, and, when they didn’t, she became convinced that something was going on and everyone was keeping it from her. Isis and Cera tried to calm her down – they said Isaac and Daisy had probably gone to Pokhara together – but Kane, who was drunk, started winding her up. He told her that Isaac and Daisy had run off together and left her behind. She believed him, I don’t know why. She said she was the happiest she’d ever been at Ekanta Yatra, that she’d finally found her home, but maybe a part of her believed that would only ever be transitory. Anyway” – she shrugs – “she got really drunk and really angry that Isaac had used her just so he could sleep with her friends. She set fire to his study when everyone was asleep. She walked out of the gate with her passport in one hand and all Isaac’s money in the other.”

“Oh, my God. Was she in Pokhara when you were still in the hospital?”

Al nods. “Apparently so. We could have ended up on the same flight back to Kathmandu as her, but she said she decided to stay in Pokhara for a bit. She said she thought that Isaac and Daisy were hiding out from her, and she was determined to find them.”

“How long did she stay there?”

“About three months, she said. Then she met someone in a bar who told her that they’d heard about Ekanta Yatra burning down, and there was a rumour going about that Isaac was starting up a new one back in the UK.”

“So she came back?”