Someone You Know. Olivia Isaac-Henry

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Название Someone You Know
Автор произведения Olivia Isaac-Henry
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rel="nofollow" href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter 34

      

       Chapter 35

      

       Chapter 36

      

       Chapter 37

      

       Chapter 38

      

       Chapter 39

      

       Chapter 40

      

       Chapter 41

      

       Chapter 42

      

       Chapter 43

      

       Chapter 44

      

       Chapter 45

      

       Chapter 46

      

       Chapter 47

      

       Chapter 48

      

       Chapter 49

      

       Chapter 50

      

       Chapter 51

      

       Chapter 52

      

       Chapter 53

      

       Chapter 54

      

       Chapter 55

      

       Chapter 56

      

       Chapter 57

      

       Chapter 58

      

       Chapter 59

      

       Chapter 60

      

       Chapter 61

      

       Chapter 62

      

       Chapter 63

      

       Chapter 64

      

       Chapter 65

      

       Chapter 66

      

       Chapter 67

      

       Chapter 68

      

       Chapter 69

      

       Chapter 70

      

       Chapter 71

      

       Chapter 72

      

       Chapter 73

      

       Chapter 74

      

       Chapter 75

      

       Acknowledgements

      

       About the Author

      

       About the Publisher

       Chapter 1

       Tess: June 2018

      Walking home, it’s nearly light. The constant drum of water on my skull melts into the bass beats still looping through my head and the slap of my feet on the pavement. The weather’s broken, thunderstorms have driven people from the streets and I have London to myself. Almost. I can hear Edie behind me, the faint splash of her footsteps.

      I come in and drink a glass of water. Until it touches my lips, I don’t realise how thirsty I am. I down two more. Only when I finish do I notice the trail of mud and rain through the flat. I can’t be bothered to mop it up.

      In the bathroom, I rough-dry my hair and put it into a topknot, then tiptoe to the bedroom, pull on an old T-shirt and creep in next to Max. It’s my turn to take the lounge, but I can’t face a night alone on the lumpy sofa. Asleep, Max forgets we’re no longer