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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

The inquest said it was an accident so an accident it was. Case closed. He put the lid on the box and sent me away, and I don’t think I’ve opened the box since. As my grief grew less sharp edged, I burned with humiliation and tucked the box farther away under the bed to gather more dust, telling myself he was right, the inquest findings were right, everyone was right. It was an accident.

But I never threw the box away.

“So what’s the plan then? Are you going to become Tanya Nibbington, Norfolk’s most famous tree surgeon?”

We’ve moved on from tea and are halfway down the bottle of wine Sophie brought with her.

“I have no clue. I’m already freaking out about how I’m going to pay the rent on this place.”

“But you’re still being paid at the moment, aren’t you?”

“Yeah—while it’s still a suspension. But let’s be realistic—they’re not going to let me back, are they? After that, I’ve probably got about three months before I run out of money.”

Sophie’s silent for a moment. “Plenty of time to find something else—to figure out what you want to do. And if you’re stuck, I have a sofa bed, no problem.”

“You’re an angel. And as much as I’d love to stay with you, I hope it doesn’t come to that. Homeless and jobless is not a look I’m going for.”

Sophie squeezes my hand. “Hey, maybe there’s one tiny positive in all this. You have time now to go back and be with your stepmother. To be there for your dad.”

My throat tightens. It’s not just the walls closing in at the thought of going back there, it’s the whole bloody world. “I can’t. I can’t go back there.”

“But…Tess, your stepmother’s dying.”

“Do you know, I haven’t been back there for longer than a day in nearly a decade? Not even to see Julia since she was diagnosed. I’ve only visited her in the hospital.”

“Seriously? That’s…shit. Why?”

“Because…I told you my sister died in an accident. But I never told you it was the night of Dad’s wedding to Julia. I never told you I was there…”

She looks at me, waiting for more. I swallow hard.

“Look, Soph, it…it was like this. We were out in the woods and we both fell, or something—I was unconscious. When I woke up her body was right there next to me. She was dead. And I still don’t remember what happened, how we ended up there.”