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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. August 2008
  7. NOW
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. THEN
  13. Chapter 5
  14. NOW
  15. ANOTHER SUMMER OF DEATH?
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. THEN
  19. Chapter 9
  20. NOW
  21. Chapter 10
  22. Chapter 11
  23. Chapter 12
  24. Chapter 13
  25. THEN
  26. Chapter 14
  27. NOW
  28. Chapter 15
  29. Chapter 16
  30. Chapter 17
  31. THEN
  32. SECOND BODY FOUND
  33. NOW
  34. Chapter 19
  35. Chapter 20
  36. Chapter 21
  37. Chapter 22
  38. Chapter 23
  39. THEN
  40. Chapter 24
  41. NOW
  42. Chapter 25
  43. Chapter 26
  44. Chapter 27
  45. Chapter 28
  46. Chapter 29
  47. THEN
  48. Chapter 30
  49. NOW
  50. Chapter 31
  51. Chapter 32
  52. Chapter 33
  53. Chapter 34
  54. Chapter 35
  55. THEN
  56. Chapter 36
  57. NOW
  58. Chapter 37
  59. Chapter 38
  60. Chapter 39
  61. Chapter 40
  62. Chapter 41
  63. TRAGIC TALE OF ARABELLA COOPERREACHES ITS SAD CONCLUSION
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. Discover More
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Vanessa Savage

Home? My throat closes at the thought. Go back to the house, to the village, to that fishbowl where everyone knows me and everyone knows what happened to Bella? I can’t be anonymous there, can’t be safe and invisible like I am here. If I go back home, will they all be there—Sean and Jack and Max and Lena? I can’t. Christ, what a reunion that would be. I can’t do it—can’t gather round Dad and Julia to watch Julia die when the last time we were all together was to watch them get married. The gap where Bella should be would be too huge and glaring. I just can’t.

“I…I can’t. I have work. It’s midway through the term and…”

“Please, Tess, she has no one else. Come for a weekend, at least. You haven’t been back here in so long. Jack and Sean…they won’t return my calls. I even tried tracking Greg down but no one seems to have any idea where he is. I’ve left messages for Max and Lena—their parents can’t get back from Spain until next month and that might be…I don’t want her to die alone.”

Jack and Sean—no, of course they wouldn’t bother, not even with their mother dying.

“Dad, I…” My voice trails off. What excuse can I possibly give?

“The doctor says she has weeks at the most.”

He doesn’t need to say anything else. Last chance, last chance for all of us to say goodbye, to say anything. What would I give for a last chance with Bella? With my mother? A last chance to say all the things I never got to say because I thought I had forever to say them.

I glance up. We’re approaching my stop. “Dad, I have to go. I’m already late.”

“But Tess…”

“I’ll call you later, okay?”

I end the call and drop the phone into my bag, getting up as the bus stops. God, I want to run back to my flat, climb into bed, still dressed, and pull the covers over my head. I force myself to take deep, slow breaths, pushing away the panic Dad’s call has elicited. Stupid to be scared of a place. My fear is irrational, but it invades my dreams at night. Not the house, but the woods, that’s where my dreams relentlessly take me. Back to West Dean, back to the woods, back to Bella’s body.