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Back Two Truths and a Lie
Chapters (100)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
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  97. Acknowledgments
  98. About the Author
  99. Also by Meg Mitchell Moore
  100. About the Publisher

Sherri couldn’t stop, and she couldn’t stop, and she couldn’t stop, because she knew that Madison Miller was none of those things. She was somebody’s sister and somebody’s daughter and Bobby had said himself, Sherri had heard him: she’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She couldn’t shake the thoughts. They swirled around her like tumbleweed. They were with her always, her quiet, evil companions.

And then, seventeen days after Madison Miller disappeared, a dog walker found her body.

Rebecca told Sherri that if she wanted she could bring an appetizer to share. Sherri worked all morning on individual Brie bites made in a mini muffin tin with phyllo dough. Each bite had a little dot of pepper jelly inside, like a friendly surprise. She’d found the recipe on an app Katie had kindly downloaded onto her phone. Once they got their lives in order, Sherri vowed to use the app more often.

Rebecca had explained to Sherri that the town of Newburyport did not have fireworks on the Fourth of July; instead the town celebrated something called “Yankee Homecoming” at the beginning of August and did its fireworks then. However, there was a group going out on Gina and Steve’s pontoon on the Fourth, as it fell on a Saturday. Sherri should come.

Sherri’s first thought was Hell no. She wasn’t going to leave Katie at night. But then Rebecca said, no worries, Katie could stay with Morgan until Alexa got home from work at seven thirty, then Alexa would keep an eye on them. It would give Alexa and Katie a chance to get acquainted before Sherri’s first full work shift.

“Doesn’t Alexa have plans? On the Fourth of July?”

No, said Rebecca, she didn’t seem to. She acknowledged that that was unusual, and looked troubled for a moment. Alexa’s boyfriend was out of town, Rebecca said.

Sherri debated for a long time about what to wear. She didn’t want to dress too much like her old self, but she didn’t really want to be her new self either. In the end she chose white jeans and a flowy navy blue tank top that she hoped whispered upscale nautical but worried screamed Marshalls.