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Chapters (82)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. START READING
  5. PART ONE
  6. Nora
  7. Suzi
  8. Elle
  9. Suzi
  10. Nora
  11. Suzi
  12. Elle
  13. Suzi
  14. Nora
  15. Suzi
  16. Alison
  17. Elle
  18. Suzi
  19. Nora
  20. Suzi
  21. Elle
  22. Suzi
  23. Nora
  24. Suzi
  25. Elle
  26. Suzi
  27. Nora
  28. PART TWO
  29. Alison
  30. Elle
  31. Suzi
  32. Nora
  33. Suzi
  34. Elle
  35. Suzi
  36. Nora
  37. Suzi
  38. Elle
  39. Suzi
  40. Elle
  41. Suzi
  42. Nora
  43. PART THREE
  44. Alison
  45. Eleanor
  46. Suzi
  47. Eleanor
  48. Suzi
  49. Eleanor
  50. Suzi
  51. Eleanor
  52. Suzi
  53. Eleanor
  54. Suzi
  55. Eleanor
  56. Suzi
  57. Eleanor
  58. Suzi
  59. Maddy
  60. Eleanor
  61. Suzi
  62. PART FOUR
  63. Alison
  64. Eleanor
  65. Suzi
  66. Eleanor
  67. Suzi
  68. Eleanor
  69. Suzi
  70. Eleanor
  71. Suzi
  72. Maddy
  73. Eleanor
  74. Suzi
  75. Eleanor
  76. Suzi
  77. Eleanor
  78. Suzi
  79. Alison
  80. Eleanor
  81. Maddy
  82. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

All day I had watched Suzi and Nick’s house, through the dark of the falling snow. Poppet snoozed by the fire, providing some comfort with his smelly breath and warm fur. I hadn’t put on the lights in my own house – I wanted Nick to think I’d gone out. My car was hidden further down the lane, at the passing place. But what could I do? I wouldn’t be able to get into their cottage, not with all the alarms and sensors and their sturdy doors and windows. I couldn’t call the police, since they wouldn’t believe me, and surely they would take a look into my past and realise there was no such person as Nora Halscombe. Not to mention the fact I’d never see that baby. I couldn’t try Suzi’s mother, since I’d no idea where she even was or on what cruise line. Nick’s mother, who sounded dreadful, would do anything to protect her son, I was sure of it. Who did it leave? I could only think of one person, and even then it was a long shot. Could I trust that person, though? Something about their behaviour had made me uneasy – too much interest, perhaps. But on the other hand, I didn’t have much choice.

First, I spent some more time on my new best friend, Google, searching until I had an explanation and my mind was at ease. Then I opened my front door, stepping lightly in case I saw movement across the road. Nothing. A flurry of ice in my face, I shut the house up behind me, leaving myself in the deep winter dark of falling snow.

Suzi

Suzi

Nick’s tender manner vanished at the sound of the doorbell.

‘Stay in here,’ he hissed. ‘Don’t make a fucking sound.’ He never swore. Then he seized a small hand towel from the rack, and shoved it roughly into my mouth. I choked on cotton and disbelief – Nick! Nick was doing this! ‘Shit, shit.’ He looked around for something else – what, I didn’t know – and then he saw his dressing gown on the back of the door, and whipped out the belt, and I understood. He was going to tie me up. And he did, to the towel rack, my arms pulled up at an awkward angle. I was naked and dripping and terrified.

‘Uhhh. Uhhh!’

‘Shut up, Suzi! I mean it.’ His voice rose and fell.