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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Thirty-Three
  41. Thirty-Four
  42. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  43. Thirty-Five
  44. Thirty-Six
  45. Thirty-Seven
  46. Thirty-Eight
  47. From the Journal of Candace Swain
  48. Thirty-Nine
  49. Forty
  50. Forty-One
  51. Forty-Two
  52. Forty-Three
  53. Forty-Four
  54. Forty-Five
  55. Forty-Six
  56. Forty-Seven
  57. Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain
  58. Forty-Eight
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. Booklist
  61. Excerpt

No, it wasn’t a problem. No one alive knew she’d taken the picture, and her copy was in her album, and no one had cause to look at it. And even if they did, it meant nothing: she was their professor; they gave her the photo. Simple as that.

She would have to destroy the picture. Just in case.

But Lucas had it.

She pocketed the picture.

Now he didn’t. One problem solved.

She read through the messages, finally found the anonymous letter that Regan Merritt had talked about on last night’s podcast. She read it. Once, twice, three times. Dammit!

Who was at the party who’d overheard Kim, Taylor, and Candace arguing? Who would do something like this, writing and sending Lucas this...this ridiculous diatribe? Kim? Maybe Kim thought she could throw Rachel under the bus.

That would be a mistake. Rachel had a lot of dirt on Kim, and maybe it was time to remind that bitch everything Rachel had done for her. Kim owed Rachel.

Could it have been Vicky?

Vicky had been new back then, she didn’t know anything about anything, and she worshipped Rachel. Rachel couldn’t imagine Vicky being so deceptive, going along with everything Rachel suggested about ignoring the podcast while writing secret notes on the side. Vicky wasn’t smart enough to pull off that kind of duplicity. In fact, Rachel had worked Vicky carefully, so that in the end she thought it was her own idea to forbid anyone in the sorority from talking to Vega or supporting the podcast.

Dammit, someone was playing games.

She didn’t know how long she had been in Lucas’s apartment. She took pictures of everything she saw, then slipped out.

She had a lot of thinking to do, to figure out how to proceed.

Rachel would fix this. There was no evidence that she had done anything to anyone. And as long as she stuck by her original story, all would be well.

It had to be.

Forty-One

Three Years Ago
Saturday, April 18

Candace Swain wanted to do the right thing.

Silence was complicity, she’d come to realize. She’d tried to convince herself that she shouldn’t feel guilty because she hadn’t killed Adele. But her guilt didn’t fade. In fact, the opposite. From the day Candace had chosen to remain silent over three years ago, it had grown like a cancer, shredding her soul.

By telling the truth, she probably wouldn’t graduate, even though she was only one month away from earning her nursing degree. She would certainly lose her friends in the sorority. She might even lose her family. Her future would be forever changed.