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

She nodded, and we looked at each other for a moment more, before she got up and left, closing the front door quietly behind her.

I often think of her, and wonder where she is now, what happened to her. I like to think that she has her own family somewhere, a happy life, in Scotland maybe.

Perhaps I should tell Rose; she still thinks her daughter is dead, another of Hannah’s victims. Telling her the truth would be the right thing to do. But then I think of that day in the kitchen, all those years ago, how she wouldn’t help me when I begged her to, after all I’d done for her. I warned her what Hannah was like, but she left me to it. And now Rose has come out of it all, the trial, everything, completely free of blame. Revenge is a strong word, but perhaps it’s a kind of justice for what she did, to Nadia, and all that happened, later, to my own child. And I suppose I liked the idea of Emily being free of it all, being free of Rose and Oliver, that she, at least, out of all of us, could have the chance to start her life again, somewhere else.

33

London, 2017

It was her final day of giving evidence and as Clara walked from the court she turned to take one last look at the large, white stone building she hoped never to set foot in again and felt a euphoric surge of relief. It was early September, warm still, and breezy, the trees that lined the wide bus-congested thoroughfare showering their first leaves upon the sun-dappled pavement. She pulled out her phone and, seeing that there were two missed calls from Luke, halted mid-stride.

Since being discharged from hospital, Luke had been living at The Willows while he recovered from his ordeal. She had made the journey to Suffolk to see him only once. They’d walked across the fields behind his parents’ home, finally able to talk alone for the first time since they’d found him in Hannah’s flat. As they’d walked she’d stolen little glances, and she saw how he was altered by what he’d been through. It wasn’t just the scars that were still visible on his arms; she noticed that his eyes, once so full of complacent good humour, belonged to someone more uncertain now. The easy smile that had once perpetually hovered around his mouth was long gone. She’d been conscious of his hand swinging by his side, painfully aware that once it would have instinctively snatched up hers.