Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- PART TWO
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- PART FOUR
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- Mailing list
- A Letter from Kathryn
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Kathryn Croft
‘I think I should go and see her,’ Abby says to Rob. ‘After breakfast. I need to make sure she’s okay.’
‘That’s probably a good idea. I tried calling her this morning, but she didn’t answer. I feel bad that we didn’t invite her in last night. We shouldn’t have let her drive home in that state.’
She hasn’t considered that Rob might contact Sienna himself. All this time she’s been so consumed with what happened with her and Greg that night, that she’s given no thought to any bond that might have developed between Rob and Sienna. ‘I’ll go now,’ she says. Breakfast is the last thing she wants.
Pulling up at Sienna’s house, it strikes Abby that she hasn’t been here since the night of the party. Although it was two weeks ago, it feels like an ocean of time has spread between then and now. That night had taken her mind off everything: Mum, finding a new job, the life she’s left behind. None of it mattered when she’d been in the company of Sienna, none of it was her life. Then Greg happened. And now here she is, about to knock on the door of a woman who has every right to despise her.
Even though the doorbell is one you can’t hear from outside, Abby presses it several times, sweat coating her palms. Sienna’s car isn’t parked in the driveway, but there’s still a chance she’s at home.
The house stares back at her, imposing and silent. Only then does it occur to her that Sienna might refuse to open the door. Perhaps she believes she’s said her piece, and now she only plans to take action. The police. The thought of this terrifies Abby.
She pulls out her phone and tries both the landline and Sienna’s mobile, neither of which she answers.
There is no choice but to go home, her body heavy with dread; she knows Sienna will never let this go.
NINETEEN
Sienna
She feels nervous sitting in her living room with DC Roberts. His presence here is all wrong, a scene from a film, not something she should be part of.
Only when he smiles at her does she relax, grateful for his warmth. These last few days she’s wondered if the police have been taking this seriously, assuming they’ve already made judgements about her, about Greg, decided that he is a man who’s grown bored of his marriage, someone who doesn’t want to be found.
Now, though, she knows that something has changed. She’s no longer dealing with uniformed officers. This both comforts and terrifies her.