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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Okay.” Sarah nodded, rummaging in her purse, watching out of the corners of her eyes as the grocery store parking lot, the cop, and her car glided past the smeared windows. The cop wasn’t chasing the bus down, banging on the door. He had his hip resting against the side of her car, arms crossed, his face fixed on the grocery store doors. Sarah jerked her gaze away, dropped her coins into the fare box, then lurched to a seat. Her breath was unsteady as she placed her bags between her feet, tipped her head back, and shut her eyes. Her heart pounded like a brick in a dryer. Kevin must have been to Solace Island. It’s the only way he would have found out about my car, been able to trace my license plate. Stands to reason he knows what I look like now—

“You okay, missy?” she heard a voice say. “You seem kind of pale. You need some water?”

Sarah opened her eyes. A middle-aged woman was looking at her. There was concern in the woman’s faded brown eyes as she extended her water bottle. Sarah shook her head, managed a smile. “Thanks,” Sarah said. “I’m fine, I just . . .” She trailed off, unsure what to say. She could feel a trickle of sweat making its way down the side of her face, beads of perspiration on her upper lip. Sarah swiped her forearm across her face. “Got a few more groceries than I had planned on carrying. Heavy.”

Sarah could see the woman was still worried, but she nodded as if they both had agreed to pretend Sarah wasn’t lying. “If you change your mind . . .” There was compassion in the woman’s soft smile. She gave Sarah’s hand a gentle pat, then faced forward again, her shoulders slightly rounded, as if the world and all its problems made her unbearably sad.

Sarah turned her face to the window, biting her lip hard so no noises could escape as she stared out with hot, unseeing eyes. What now . . . ? What now . . . ? A nonstop litany banged away in her head as the bus took her farther and farther away from where she wanted to be.

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