Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- August 2008
- NOW
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- THEN
- Chapter 5
- NOW
- ANOTHER SUMMER OF DEATH?
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- THEN
- Chapter 9
- NOW
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- THEN
- Chapter 14
- NOW
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- THEN
- SECOND BODY FOUND
- NOW
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- THEN
- Chapter 24
- NOW
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- THEN
- Chapter 30
- NOW
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- THEN
- Chapter 36
- NOW
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- TRAGIC TALE OF ARABELLA COOPERREACHES ITS SAD CONCLUSION
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Also by Vanessa Savage
I want to cry at the distance that’s suddenly stretching between us. I rushed here to see her, because she’s Sophie, my best friend. I want her to reassure me, tell me it isn’t so terrible after all, I didn’t do anything. The things I said couldn’t have done that much damage.
But the fear on her face, my own growing panic—I can’t shake it. Since I found out the body in the garden is that of Greg Lewis, I can’t shake the conviction that what I did back then, what I said, whoever put Greg there, it was because of me.
“So what do you want to do now?” She says it stiffly. “Are you staying? You’re welcome, of course, but what about Julia and your dad?”
The awkwardness between us is like a solid presence I can’t breach. I shake my head. “I have to go back to Dad’s. It was stupid to run off like that. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You don’t need to rush straight off. Why don’t you stay tonight?”
I bite my lip. I could. I could call Dad, he’d understand. “You could come back with me if you want?” I say. “See Julia and my dad and…” I let the words trail off as I see the look on her face. “I’m sorry. The last thing you need is to be there with all the crap that’s going on, isn’t it? Julia, the police…I’m sorry. It has nothing to do with you.”
“I wish it didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“How am I supposed to ignore what you just said? Shit, Tess, it sounded like the start of a confession.”
I stare at her. “A confession to what?”
“Shit,” she says again, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying. But…” She pauses. “I think you need to come back. Back properly, I mean, to your own flat. As soon as possible. You’re not…God, ever since you got that phone call from your dad about Julia you’ve been like a different person. Everything that happened at school, this, now, you turning up in hysterics, being questioned by the police?”
I find myself moving away from her, shifting farther down the sofa. Yes, I am like a different person. Hysterics aside, even I can see that. What I don’t know is which Tess is real—the Tess Sophie knows, or the person I am back home.
Chapter 21
Chapter 21