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‘Awe-inspiring . . . enthralling from the get-go‘ Heat
‘A pithy, pacy read that surprises you with a really stonking twist‘ Sunday Mirror
‘The perfect blend of wit, warmth and mystery, that will keep you hooked until the last page‘ Rowan Coleman
‘This brilliantly funny book has an unexpected dark side that will stop you in your tracks. So, so good.‘ Fabulous Magazine
‘The finest example of a romantic mystery you’ll read all year‘ Victoria Fox
‘‘A novel that is as sad as it is funny as it is psychologically thrilling‘ Katy Regan
Six thirty a.m., a Tuesday in April. A lone girl walks through an empty landscape at daybreak. Around her is a web of fine white lace, a million tiny pearls of water scooped up from the English Channel and carried high over Exmoor before settling in the fields. Every few paces she turns and looks at the little footsteps she’s left, as if to check she is still alone. Sometimes I did that. Pictured myself as if I were in a film script: a lone woman picking her way through an empty landscape. It was the sort of thing that only the maddest article would do, probably, but it kept me on my toes. ‘Never forget the man in your shadow,’ I muttered to myself.
Annie has a secret. But if she’s not going to tell, we won’t either. It’s a heart-breaking secret she wishes she didn’t have – yet Annie isn’t broken, not quite yet. Especially now there’s someone out there who seems determined to fix her.
Kate has run away. But she’s not going to tell us why – that would defeat the point of running, wouldn’t it? It’s proving difficult to reinvent herself, however, with one person always on her mind.
Scratch beneath the surface and nobody is really who they seem. Even Annie and Kate, two old friends, aren’t entirely sure who they are any more. Perhaps you can work it out, before their pasts catch up with them for good . . .
A gripping and unpredictable story of two young women running from their pasts.