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trip or on holiday, she always brings back two identical

tea towels, one for me and one for her. ‘Thank you, you

have the same one, I hope?’

‘Of course.’ Her face becomes suddenly serious. ‘Did

you hear about the woman who was found dead in her

car last night, on that road that goes through the woods

between here and Castle Wells?’

I swallow quickly, fold the tea towel in half, then in

quarters and bend to put it in my bag. ‘Yes, Matthew

told me, it was on the news,’ I say, my head beneath

the table.

She waits until I’m sitting straight again, then gives

a shudder. ‘It’s horrible, isn’t it? The police think she broke down.’

‘Do they?’

‘Yeah.’ She pulls a face. ‘How awful – imagine

breaking down in the middle of a storm, in the middle

of nowhere. I don’t even want to think about it.’

It takes everything I’ve got not to blurt out that I was

there, that I saw the woman in the car. But something

stops me. This place is too crowded and Rachel is already emotionally invested in the story. I’m afraid she’ll judge me, be horrified that I did nothing to help. ‘Me neither,’

I say.

‘You sometimes use that road, don’t you? You didn’t

take it last night, did you?’

‘No, I’d never take that road, not when I’m by myself.’

I feel my skin reddening and I’m sure she’ll know that

I’ve just lied.

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But she carries on, unaware. ‘Just as well. It could


have been you.’

‘Except that I wouldn’t have broken down,’ I say.

She laughs, breaking the tension. ‘You don’t know

that! She might not have broken down. It’s only suppo—

sition. Maybe somebody flagged her down, pretending

they were in trouble. Anybody would stop if they saw

someone in trouble, wouldn’t they?’

‘Would they, though? On a lonely road and in a

storm?’ I desperately want the answer to be no.

‘Well, not unless they didn’t have a conscience. Nobody

would just drive on. They’d at least do something.’

Her words slam through me and tears prick my eyes.

The guilt I feel is almost unbearable. I don’t want Rachel to be able to see how much her words have affected me so I lower my head and fix my eyes on the vase of orange flowers sitting between us on the table. To my horror,

the petals begin to blur and I reach down hastily and

grope in my bag for a tissue.

‘Cass? Are you all right?’

‘Yes, I’m fine.’

‘You don’t seem it.’

I hear the concern in her voice and blow my nose,

giving myself time. The need to tell someone is overwhelming. ‘I don’t know why, but I didn’t…’ I stop.

‘Didn’t what?’ Rachel looks puzzled.

I open my mouth to tell her but then I realise that

if I do, not only will she be appalled that I drove on

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also catch me out in a lie, because I’ve already said that I didn’t go home that way last night.

I shake my head. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ I say miserably.

‘It obviously does. Tell me, Cass.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Why not?’

I scrunch the tissue with my fingers. ‘Because I’m

ashamed.’

‘Ashamed?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ashamed of what?’ When I don’t say anything she

gives a sigh of exasperation. ‘Come on, Cass, just tell

me! It can’t be that bad!’ Her impatience makes me

even more nervous so I look for something to tell her,

something she’ll believe.

‘I forgot about Susie,’ I blurt out, hating myself for

using what is just a mundane issue compared to the

woman’s death. ‘I forgot that I was meant to have bought

her something.’

A frown appears on her face. ‘What do you mean,

forgot?’

‘I can’t remember, that’s all. I can’t remember what

we decided to buy her.’

She looks at me in astonishment. ‘But it was your

idea! You said that as Stephen is taking her to Venice

for her birthday, we should buy her some lightweight

luggage. We were in the bar near my office at the time,’

she adds helpfully.

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I let relief show on my face, although the words mean


nothing to me. ‘Of course! I remember now – God, I’m

so stupid! I thought it must be perfume or something.’

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