Only Graham will know the truth. And he’ll do anything to keep me from finding out.
I use every ounce of strength to get out of my chair. I want to run for the door, but then I remember it locks from the inside. I won’t be able to leave the house.
Ziggy is barking up a storm outside the back door. If only he could understand what was going on. Maybe he could help me. But I’m not sure anyone can help me at this point.
“Tess.” Graham’s voice is gentle. “Just relax. Look, this isn’t so bad. You’ve been happy until now.”
“Go to hell!” I spit at him.
I nearly trip over my feet as I stumble in the direction of the bathroom. There’s no lock on the door, but I close it behind me and lean all my weight against it. Of course, as soon as I pass out, Graham will easily be able to get inside.
“Tess…” His voice floats under the door. “Let me in, Tess. Come on. This will be so much easier if you cooperate.”
I search the room for a weapon. There’s got to be something in here… a razor, some scissors… even a goddamn tweezer would be great. But there’s nothing. The only thing I see is a tube of dark red lipstick. And what the hell am I supposed to do with lipstick?
And then it hits me.
Graham bangs on the door. “Come on, let me in. You can’t keep me out of there forever. In about five minutes, you’re going to be sound asleep, anyway.”
That means I have five minutes to do this.
I pull down my jeans and let them hang down around my knees. Then I grab the tube of lipstick. I pull off the cap, and with my shaking hand, I write the words on my thigh as legibly as I can possibly manage. There’s only one person I can think of who will move heaven and earth to help me. I hope to God that I see this message in the morning:
FIND HARRY.
THE END
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Acknowledgments
I know what you’re thinking.
You’re yet again reading the acknowledgments in a book and preparing yourself for the utter disappointment of realizing that it didn’t mention you. And you’re thinking, how hard is it? There are fewer than eight billion people in the world—how difficult is it to just include everyone? This is even worse than when you didn’t get invited to Billy Foster’s birthday party in third grade.
So for that reason, I want to start out by thanking my readers. You guys rock. Really. I especially want to highlight Carrie, Nancy, Urvi, and Jackie for feedback on the cover and blurb, and also for promotion help! But to all of you readers, I want to say a sincere thank you thank you thank you. This book would not exist without you. And if you are not a reader, then… I don’t know, you probably have to ask yourself exactly what you’re doing right now looking at this acknowledgment—maybe reevaluate your life a bit.
As always, thank you to my mother, for the encouraging feedback, and for helping me catch all those pesky typos. Thanks to my husband, for being like, “WTF Freida, that ending sucks, you can come up with something better.” Thanks to Kate for the great suggestions. Thanks to Liz for the advice on the ending. Thanks to Nelle and Amanda for the excellent feedback. Thanks to Val for the eagle eye typo correction. Thank you to Mel and Rhona for looking at endless covers （like it or not）。 And thanks as always to my writing group!
And thank you to the rest of my family. Without your encouragement, none of this would be possible.
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Also, even though I have my books combed for typos multiple times by multiple people, there are some superhuman strains of mutant typos that always seem to survive. If you find any typos and point them out to me so I can fix them, I would eternal grateful.
（The above typo was supposed to be amusing.） And now please enjoy a short excerpt of my new book, Do Not Disturb…
Do Not Disturb
While I’m washing the blood off my hands in the kitchen sink, the doorbell rings.
I freeze, my hands full of pink suds, the steaming hot water causing my fingers to burn and tingle. There’s somebody at the door. Somebody waiting patiently on the front porch for me to answer. The timing couldn’t be worse.