Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Praise for Lisa Hall
- About the Author
- Also by Lisa Hall
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Extract
- Chapter One
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘Oh, it’s stupid.’ Emily shakes her head, tugging a tissue out of her sleeve and blowing her nose. ‘I feel ridiculous even mentioning it.’
‘Try me.’
‘Well… the instructor knew Caro. I know, I know, I shouldn’t feel weird about it, but I did. It just made me feel a little out of place, that’s all. Like, everyone is comparing me to Caro.’
‘Don’t be silly, no one is doing that. It’s just a coincidence – surely there are only so many yoga teachers in the area? And Caro did do a lot of yoga, so she was probably taught by most of them at one point or another. But if it makes you feel uncomfortable, maybe no more yoga, eh?’
‘Maybe.’ A cloud crosses Emily’s face and she opens her mouth as if to speak before closing it abruptly again.
‘Was there something else?’
‘You’re really going to think I’m daft if I tell you.’ Emily lets out a little half laugh, but Rupert can tell there is something on her mind that’s bothering her.
‘Tell me.’
‘Well, I thought I heard someone in the house today, and I almost thumped Sadie over the head with a poker, but it turned out it was just Anya.’ She tries to smile. ‘I told you it was silly.’
‘You almost thumped Sadie over the head with a poker?’ Rupert gapes at her, as he wonders how on earth Sadie coped with that.
‘Almost. I didn’t actually do it. See, I told you you’d think I was an idiot. I thought she was an intruder, I was trying to defend myself.’ Emily folds her arms across her chest.
‘Well, if you thought you heard something…’ Rupert says, trying to keep the doubt from his voice. He doesn’t want to tell Emily that she was probably imagining it, not when she’d told him she’s received horrible letters and strange text messages, but he’s been through this stuff with Caro before. ‘Who could blame you, eh? I bet you gave Sadie a right old fright.’ He gives a huff of laughter, trying to show Emily that there was nothing to worry about, but when he looks at her, her mouth is turned down, and there is a faint shimmer at the corner of her eye.
‘Sod it,’ he says, throwing down the corkscrew next to the still unopened wine, ‘let’s go out for dinner, just the two of us. Go and get changed.’