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Back The Sleepover Save as PDF
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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
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  68. EPILOGUE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  70. MORE FROM KERI BEEVIS
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. About Boldwood Books

At first, she thought Liam was holding her, but then she remembered Rosie was staying. Her friend had wrapped her arms around her and was stroking Hannah’s hair.

‘You’re awake again. I’m sorry. I thought I’d given you more.’

‘More what?’

It was then that Hannah smelt the burning.

‘Rosie, did you leave the oven on?’

The words came out, but they were groggy and slurred. Her voice sounded alien, even to her own ears. She tried to sit up, but it was too much effort.

Rosie didn’t answer her, continuing to stroke her hair in a slow methodical action. ‘It’s going to be okay, Hannah. I’m making sure she can never hurt us again.’

The smell was getting strong. Tank sounding more frantic.

‘Rosie…’

‘Go to sleep, Hannah. It’s just the two of us, like always’

Something wasn’t right.

What had Rosie done?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Hannah was meant to stay asleep.

This was the easiest way. The kindest way. Mrs W would never be able to hurt them again.

Rosie still felt guilty about how things had ended with Jill. She hadn’t meant to push her.

She had been in London, was drunk and an emotional mess. Jill hadn’t been happy when she had called her at 3.30 a.m., but she had reluctantly agreed to put her up for the night. When Rosie had surfaced the next day, Jill was angry and blaming her for her lack of sleep, saying she had been forced to call in sick at work as she was so tired.

It was then that she told Rosie how Hannah had messaged and was trying to reach her.

‘Please don’t tell her I’m here.’

‘Why not? She’s worried about you. Look at you, Rosie. You’re a joke. You need to get yourself back to Norwich and sort yourself the hell out.’

She had kicked Rosie out and told her not to come back.

Rosie had stood outside the house debating what to do. Jill’s cruel words ringing in her ears.

They had all once been so close. What had happened?

As she often did when she sought comfort, she had reached to tug on her bracelet, the one Tash had given them all as kids. Rosie never removed it, so when she realised it wasn’t on her wrist, she had panicked. She couldn’t lose it. That bracelet meant something. It was the thread that kept them all connected.

Had she lost it in the club? No, she was certain she was wearing it when she arrived at Jill’s last night.