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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. 1
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  40. Acknowledgements
  41. Keep Reading…
  42. About the Author
  43. Also by Camilla Way
  44. About the Publisher

She didn’t look at us as she made herself some toast. Doug, Toby and I stared at each other in mute disbelief.

‘Hannah,’ I said nervously. ‘You look very nice today.’

She looked up then, but though she raised her eyebrows mockingly, she didn’t reply.

‘Going somewhere?’ Doug asked.

‘Nowhere special,’ she said. We watched as she finished her breakfast, and then she got up and left the house. I didn’t find out for a long time what she was up to. And when I did, it was far too late to stop her.

18

London, 2017

Clara closed the door to Mac’s spare room and sat down on the bed, listening as he moved around the flat turning off the lights, before going into his own room. On the table was a pile of books he’d left there for her, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep. From the moment they’d said goodbye outside the bar, Emily had haunted Clara’s thoughts. Their meeting had done nothing to shed light on the mystery of her disappearance, leaving Clara more plagued by questions than ever.

She longed to see her again, yet nearly two days had passed and she’d received no more messages from Emily, leaving her with the nagging worry that she might have vanished as suddenly as she’d appeared, their meeting already taking on the unreality of a dream.

When she’d told Mac she thought she’d seen him that night he’d stared back at her blankly. ‘Of course I wasn’t there,’ he said in confusion. ‘You said I couldn’t come. I was right here, waiting to hear all about it.’

‘I tried to call you, though – it went straight to voicemail.’

He looked at her, mystified. ‘Sometimes my phone loses signal in this flat, but … Christ, there’s no way I wouldn’t have picked up if my phone rang, you know that!’

She considered this. The signal thing was true; his flat seemed to be in a bit of a black spot reception-wise – she’d experienced herself, several times, the frustration of pacing its rooms, waving her iPhone around, trying to pick up a signal. She gazed back at him. He was telling the truth, she could see that. She must have been mistaken – and no wonder, when she’d been so stunned by her meeting with Emily. Plus, the street had been crowded and dark, and they’d been so far away.