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  1. THE MISSING WIFE
  2. PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
  3. Dedication
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  57. THE EPILOGUE
  58. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  59. Prologue
  60. Chapter One
  61. Chapter Two
  62. About the Author
  63. By the same author
  64. About the Publisher

Tiff screwed her eyes up, giving Louisa what appeared to be a silent apology for her part in that. ‘They might want a list of people who were there. We’d best go through your friends list, the one I used to invite everyone. If I’m honest though, I have no clue which of them were there, and which ones weren’t. Obviously I knew some of our mutual friends, but not the other randoms.’

‘Do you think it’ll come to that? To the police asking for names?’

‘If Melissa doesn’t show, and the police can’t find any evidence of her using her phone, her bank accounts or anything, then yes, they’ll scale up the investigation.’

‘How come you know so much?’

‘I went through it once. A long time ago now, but it still sticks in my mind.’

‘Oh? You never told me that. Who went missing?’

‘My friend – someone I’d met through my charity work when I was in my early twenties, so a long time before I met you. It was so sad – they never did find her.’

‘How awful. I’m sorry, Tiff. God, I do hope Melissa is found quickly. And safe and well.’

Darkness.

Blood.

A body – crumpled and still, lying on the ground.

A figure looming above it.

The image popped into her head, the words You can help me, like I once helped you echoing in her ears.

Louisa wished these images would stop. They had been coming more frequently since her party.

Since Oliver.

She hoped he would hurry up and return her text message.

16

THE PAST

Tuesday p.m.

Tiff had left once Noah’s screams reached an intensity she could no longer bear, and Louisa didn’t blame her. She put a tick next to 3 p.m. – it’d only been two hours since his last feed, but she hoped that was a good sign, not one that meant her milk wasn’t enough for him. At any rate, she was pleased the chart system was working well.

Sitting in the feeding chair, eyes fixed on the TV, Louisa tried to concentrate. But despite looking at the screen, it was the vision from earlier that she was seeing. She’d always assumed the flashes of images that came to her were from her past, tiny fragments of memory she was unable to piece together and didn’t even try to, believing they’d do more harm than good. If her brain was preventing the memories from returning, there was a very good reason for it. Up until now she’d coped with the random images because they’d been far too quick, too blurry and nonsensical to take them seriously. Now though, they had a form to them. Although they were still quick, they were not blurry. They were not nonsensical.

They were scary.