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About the Author

Emma Curtis was born in Brighton and now lives in London with her husband. After raising two children and working various jobs, her fascination with the darker side of domestic life inspired her to write her acclaimed psychological suspense thrillers One Little Mistake, When I Find You and The Night You Left. Find her on Twitter: @emmacurtisbook

Also by Emma Curtis

ONE LITTLE MISTAKE

WHEN I FIND YOU

and published by Black Swan

Praise for Emma Curtis

‘An excellent read! So original and clever that I was completely absorbed … Gripping, tense and twisty with an unexpected ending. Phenomenal.’ Claire Douglas

‘A compelling, twisty read that kept me turning the pages late into the night.’ Kerry Fisher

‘A dark, gripping page-turner.’ Sarah Vaughan

‘It’s so good that I had to put everything on hold just to finish it.’ Nuala Ellwood

‘When I Find You is a winner … I absolutely raced to the end.’ T. A. Cotterell

‘A tense and utterly engrossing story.’ Tammy Cohen

‘A dark page-turning debut of friendship, deceit and lies.’ Woman & Home

‘Kept me up the entire night.’ Cari Rosen

Dedication

This book is dedicated to
Hedi Radford.

A very dear friend.

Epigraph

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?

He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.

I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,

And went with half my life about my ways.

A. E. Housman, 1859–1936

PART 1

GRACE

Saturday, 14 April 2018 Day Zero

HE DIDN’T TAKE THE DOG.

I check my phone to make sure I haven’t turned the sound off by mistake and missed a message, but there are no notifications. Nick said he wouldn’t be long, he just needed to clear his head, but he left before nine and it’s gone eleven. I knew something was amiss when I came down to find Toffee shut in the kitchen.

I peer up and down the street from my position in the large bay window. Beside me, his front paws on the windowsill, Toffee yawns widely and gives a gruff little yelp. The stillness of suburbia is usually a comfort, but tonight the windows in the houses opposite give me back nothing but blank stares, as if they don’t want to get involved. I shiver and turn away, swiping my thumb over the In-Step app to check Nick’s stats. His numbers aren’t rising. He isn’t moving.

I sometimes wonder if I’m the only one who does this; who watches the numbers change, imagining where the members of my small group are, what they’re up to, who’s with who. It wouldn’t occur to Nick, but the others, well, maybe.