Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- About the Author
- HALLOWEEN
- Seven Weeks Before Halloween
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- HALLOWEEN
- Six Weeks Before Halloween
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- HALLOWEEN
- Five Weeks Before Halloween
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- NINE
- TEN
- HALLOWEEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- Twenty-Five Days Until Halloween
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- HALLOWEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- HALLOWEEN
- Eighteen Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- HALLOWEEN
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Eleven Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- Eight Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY
- Four Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-ONE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-TWO
- Two Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-THREE
- The Night Before Halloween
- THIRTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Halloween, Present Day
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN... NOW
- FORTY-FIVE
- Seven Months Later
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ALICE SWANSON’S
- Reader's Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- Booklist
“I think you sense it.” Maggie’s gaze was direct, and I couldn’t look away. “You know something’s off. Why don’t you ask them? They are your best friends now, aren’t they? Ask them more about that night on the bridge. If they are innocent, then they should have nothing to hide, right?”
My heart thudded. What was Maggie hinting at? Did she know about Jackie’s obsession with Daphne? Did she also believe that Daphne was driven to jump because of Jackie? Georgeann had said Jackie was great, but I bet she was just being nice. Or was Maggie fishing for a story that didn’t exist? Poking her nose around where she shouldn’t? “Why do you hate them so much?” I asked.
Maggie’s jaw set hard. “Because they always win.”
She was right. They did always win. They made sure of that, didn’t they? That was how it all worked. And people like Maggie, when they tried to change that, just ended up looking foolish.
Maggie slid a business card from her pocket and handed it to me. “My cell phone number’s on there. Text me when you realize I’m right.” She held it out until I took it. “Daphne wasn’t depressed, Theresa. She liked it here. And she loved her baby. Why would she leave her?”
Her baby? Daphne had a child?
“And have you talked to her child?” I asked with a straight face. “For your story?”
“Well, no. I couldn’t find her.” Maggie looked right at me. “Her family won’t even acknowledge it happened. Her parents kicked her out when she got preggers. The Browns, who took her in, who you bought this very house from, won’t talk about it either.”
That dull roar of panic rose inside me again.
“So they didn’t raise the baby?” I asked.
But I already knew the answer.
HALLOWEEN
“Daphne.”
The voice calls from downstairs. Daphne is up in the attic. In her bedroom. She loves it, can hardly believe her luck, so big and bright and plenty of room for her and the baby. She has the crib close to her bed so she can reach over in the middle of the night and make sure her daughter is still breathing.
Tonight, the big room offers plenty of space for all the neighborhood kids to spread out blankets and lie down after their long day. They had a good time at the party, as always.
She had a good time, too. Except that the mothers in the neighborhood have been cold to her tonight. She’s worried she did something wrong. She likes the work—it’s easy, hanging out with the kids—and she would never want to do anything to upset them.