Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- chapter 10
- chapter 11
- chapter 12
- chapter 13
- chapter 14
- chapter 15
- chapter 16
- chapter 17
- chapter 18
- chapter 19
- chapter 20
- chapter 21
- chapter 22
- chapter 23
- chapter 24
- chapter 25
- chapter 26
- chapter 27
- chapter 28
- chapter 29
- chapter 30
- chapter 31
- chapter 32
- chapter 33
- chapter 34
- chapter 35
- chapter 36
- part two
- chapter 37
- chapter 38
- chapter 39
- chapter 40
- chapter 41
- chapter 42
- chapter 43
- chapter 44
- chapter 45
- chapter 46
- chapter 47
- chapter 48
- chapter 49
- part three
- chapter 50
- chapter 51
- chapter 52
- chapter 53
- chapter 54
- chapter 55
- chapter 56
- chapter 57
- chapter 58
- chapter 59
- chapter 60
- chapter 61
- chapter 62
- chapter 63
- chapter 64
- chapter 65
- chapter 66
- chapter 67
- chapter 68
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
Because when one person speaks their truth, it opens the door for all of us to do the same, and if we listen with an open heart and mind the pain becomes lighter for all of us.
What I’ve learned from this is, you can’t let the haters win. You have to speak out, even if you’re nervous about saying the wrong thing, because really the only wrong thing to say is to say nothing, you know? It’s not enough to just survive something, right? Like, that’s not the point of life.
I know what it’s like to have someone let you down and trample on your dreams. People make promises and they say they’ll do something and then they let you down. They think they can walk away but you have to hold them to account. You can’t let them get away with treating you like you don’t matter!
At a certain point you have to stand up for yourself because no one else can do that for you. You have to take back control.
And if that comes with risk, well, there’s a lot that’s been lost already.
chapter 29
millie
The window is unlocked just as Stacey said it would be.
I glance up at the properties overlooking the pool to the rear of the Glass House. Once I’m certain I’m not being watched, I slide my credit card beneath the window catch and open it an inch.
Tensing, I wait for the scream of the alarm. Stacey said she wouldn’t set it, but there’s always the possibility Felix did it himself.
The light on the sensor stays green.
I push the window fully open, and climb inside. The inverted layout of the Glass House means the bedrooms are all downstairs; judging from the dirty boxers puddled on the floor and the rats’ nest of cables trailing across the desk, I’m in their son’s room. I step over a sweaty trainer with its heel ground down, and go out into the hall. Felix’s study is at the far end of the corridor. According to Stacey, he keeps it locked twenty-four/seven.
Privacy is one thing: every healthy marriage has its secrets. I’ve never bought into the notion that husbands and wives should be open books to one another. Who wants to read a novel when you know every twist before it happens and how the story will end? But Stacey says Felix guards his study as if he has a body hidden in there. He locks it even when he goes to the loo.