Back The Woods
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

Lost in thought as we set off, it takes me a while to notice Max seems as preoccupied as I am. A sideways glance takes in the frown on his face, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit down,” I say as we pull onto the highway.

“I’m okay. A bit weirded out by the Dean House sale, I guess.”

I raise my eyebrows and he looks across at me. “I know, I know. It’s not my house, I haven’t been back there in forever but…”

“But?”

“You know we’ve known Jack and Sean forever, right? We used to live three streets apart when we were little kids. But childhood friends grow apart, it’s natural—we had nothing in common apart from our parents being friends.” He pauses to change lanes.

“Then Mum and Dad moved abroad for Dad’s job and they shoved me in the same boarding school as Jack and Sean. We never hung out in the same group and I didn’t even have Lena to balance things out. And then on school holidays, we’d go visit Mum and Dad for a couple of weeks in the summer and then get shunted off to Julia and Greg. We never used to see Jack and Sean—they had their own lives, their own friends.”

Did I even notice this back then? They came as a package, Jack and Sean and Max and Lena. I saw them as a unit. But—is that why Max stood out to me, beyond the obvious? Because I sensed he was the odd one out as much as I was?

“But when they bought Dean House and moved to your village, things were different,” Max says. “Jack and Sean didn’t have their old gangs or places to go. Jack and Lena used to moan about how boring it was, but I loved it—the beach, the woods, God, even those discos up at the amusement park, remember? Coming here…we all hung out together and it felt like a proper holiday. I used to look forward to school holidays again, meeting you and Bella. I guess what I’m feeling now is like someone’s sold my favorite holiday house out from under me. I know it’s silly.”

“No, I get that.” I glance over at him. “Sean thought you might be upset over them having Greg declared legally dead.”

“Right,” he says after a pause. “I am, of course. It was a bit of a shock, that’s all.”