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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

I want to tell her to stop hanging on to my arm, and Isaac to get out of my face, but I can’t speak. I can’t move. I can’t bear the sensation of Sally’s fingers pressing against my skin, or the scent of tobacco on Isaac’s breath.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Daisy says, guiding me towards the front door, leading me into the fresh air. My knees buckle but she holds me upright.

“Emma!” Sally calls out as we take the steps one at a time. “Do you need a stick? I could find you one if you need one.”

I don’t say a word as we round the building, cross the patio – normally crowded with bending, stretching yoga bodies but now strangely deserted – and carefully pick our way down the slope towards the river. Instead, I focus in on Daisy’s voice as she tells me to breathe. She says it over and over again.

“Breathe, Emma, just breathe.”

She lowers me carefully onto a large flat rock on the edge of the river and I double over, my head in my hands. Everything still sounds as though I’m sitting in the bottom of a swimming pool, but my heart has stopped pounding and the world has stopped pulsing. Fresh blood is dribbling from my knee and running down my calf. Sally’s plaster is still in my hand.

“You okay?” Daisy peers at me as I suck on the cuff of my linen shirt and use it to wipe away the blood.

“No. No, I need my tablets.”

She stands up and looks towards the house. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since we were in Pokhara. I’ve looked everywhere.”

“Shit.” She sits down again, rests a hand against the base of my spine. My shirt is stuck to my back with sweat but she doesn’t remove her hand. “We’ll find them. And you’ll be okay. I’m here, Emma. You’ll be fine.”

I nod but I’m not sure I will.

“What were you doing?” Daisy asks. “When I came in the front door, you were standing on your own in the hallway with the weirdest expression on your face. I thought you were supposed to be with Al.”

I look up at her. “Why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re annoyed that I’ve been spending time with Al.”

“You have spent a lot of time with her since we got here.”

“That’s because Leanne’s always skipping off to meditation or one of Isaac’s seminars, and I didn’t want Al to feel left out.”