The reporters are no longer swinging by my house but they periodically camp outside Tish’s front porch waiting for her to make a comment. But she doesn’t give them the satisfaction. She also doesn’t want Mark to think she might be talking.
With my driveway clear—no sign of reporters or Monica’s Escalade screeching to a stop, or worse, Mark leaping at me from the garage—I step quickly to the mailbox. If I spot a neighbor, I’ll backtrack. I’ll duck inside and avoid small talk.
But the coast is clear and I reach for my mail. It’s been days since I checked and inside are a ton of bills. Among the pile, several envelopes, a couple of catalogs, and something else that sticks out in the middle. Glossy card stock looking different from everything else in the stack.
A postcard.
On the front, a glorious image of Lake Tahoe. My breath catches in my throat.
It’s a photo of Lake Tahoe, captured in all its splendor. White firs lining the shore with tall sugar pines and their long, pendulous cones hanging from branches. At the center, shimmering blue water—the gorgeous lake that’s as deep in color as the blue opal charm I’m once again wearing on my wrist. The bracelets we purchased so long ago. The jewelry I’m wearing to remember Sabine.
I turn the postcard over but there are no words. No message. Just a single letter: S.
My heart hammers against my chest.
Sabine.
Is this her? Is this her way of telling me she’s all right?
Did she really get away? Mark made it sound like he killed her but she’s traveled to Lake Tahoe. She’s safe. She sent me a postcard of the one place we loved, a picture of the lake so I would know it’s her.
Memories of us standing together on the shoreline rush to my head. Wonderful times we shared with her parents.
I can’t believe it—she’s returned. She’s made it. I press the postcard against my chest and inhale a huge, consuming breath.
Sabine can take refuge there. She can remember her parents and take the time needed to heal from memories of when she was a teenager, what happened to her. She can recover from a marriage that nearly ended her life.
I lift the postcard to my face and let my finger run across the picture. I hope she’s found the same lake house, the chalet retreat with its quaint red door and alpine roof and endless views of the water. The house she said she wanted us to return to as adults.
My heart blooms until I feel it could burst, a warmth and a happiness spreading to my cheeks.
This postcard means everything. I can rest again. It’s Sabine’s way of telling me she’s alive.
But something catches my attention—the tiniest of scribbles in the bottom right corner. Two words she’s written, so small that I almost overlooked them. A message for only me to see.
I read her message.
Got him, she says.
Mark is arrested. I’m still standing in the driveway when Tish calls, shrieking into the phone for me to turn on the news. I rush back inside, discarding the stack of mail and tossing it to the floor. Sabine’s postcard, however, I keep crushed against my chest.
A gasp as I see the breaking news alert flash across the screen. The sight of Mark Miller—the man in handcuffs. Being led away by the police.
The reporter says someone who wants to remain anonymous sent them a video—the same video they’ve already turned over to the police. It shows Mark in his home office where he’s directing members of his team to cover up the money trail. Instructions for them to hide every dollar he’s stolen. A flippant comment from Mark that no one will catch him.
My breath is coming out shallow but steady. On the other end of the line, Tish is whooping for joy and crying while I keep my eyes locked on the screen, hot tears streaking down my face.
This is really happening. Mark Miller is going away for good.
She got him. We both did.
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The Stepdaughter
It’s a normal afternoon when I walk out the patio doors of our kitchen to check on Mia, my stepdaughter, who is swimming in our backyard pool. But she’s gone. My heart stops when I see the back gate is open, her pink, fluffy towel lying folded on a chair. I was just feet away. Why didn’t I hear her scream? Who took our little girl?
My husband can’t understand how I could have let his daughter disappear. And when the police come asking questions, I wish I could wind back time to that normal afternoon when I was cooking lasagna for my family, Mia’s favorite. I can tell the officers don’t believe me: they’ve cast me as the evil stepmother.
I just wish I could understand the messages I’ve found from my husband on Mia’s phone: I’m so sorry, I still love you. And why his wedding ring is found at the bottom of the pool after Mia disappeared. He never told me it was missing. What else is he hiding?
But the detective keeps asking me where I was during those ten minutes when Mia vanished. And I can’t tell her my secret. From the way she’s looking at me, I know she thinks I did something to my stepdaughter. Mia and I haven’t always been that close and sometimes she drives me nuts, just like any normal teenager, but I would never hurt her.
I just need you to believe me.
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Acknowledgments
It was a dream to publish my first book and now to be able to launch my second book into the world is very special. I am forever thankful.
Thank you to Rachel Beck, my agent with Liza Dawson Associates, for your attention to detail and endless support. I believe it’s a testament to you that so many of your clients are now friends. We call you The Best Agent Ever!
To my editor, Maisie Lawrence at Bookouture, your edits and critical eye are propelling my writing forward in such important ways.
I’m truly growing as an author in big thanks to your hard work and fabulous collaborations with me. Thank you.
To all my friends and family who bought my first book, The Stepdaughter, and are now eagerly reading my second, you guys are the best and you continue to blow me away with your support. Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to read my work. Your excitement is what encourages me to keep writing.
Thank you to all my newfound readers near and far. It’s astonishing to write something and know that people are picking up copies of my book around the world. I went from being pleased if a next-door neighbor read a few pages to absolute delight that others are discovering my words too. Thank you for your support and for leaving such fantastic reviews!
The author support groups I’ve found online and the friends I’ve made in writing, thank you for being an incredible source of camaraderie, knowledge, and shared experiences. We are learning from one another, and more importantly, cheering on each other. These groups include the 2020 Debuts, 2021 Debuts, Bookouture Authors Lounge, Women’s Fiction Writers Association, On Submission, Agent Rachel Beck and her crew, especially authors Rea Frey (your emails and messages mean so much) and Nicole Angeleen (your friendship is special plus your gift for making edits and early suggestions are truly game-changers for improving my work), and a shout-out to the original group from back in the day: Writing Bootcamp Buds. We’ve been together since the beginning.
To my beloved Susie, I think you knew I always wanted to keep writing but I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it with two small boys. When you passed away and I wrote about that experience, something healed inside. My endearing letter to you. Writing that short story is also what reignited a passion for me to write again, a catharsis and a distraction, and I thank you for that gift (although I’d much rather be sitting with you and sharing a beer). I miss you and love you, Susie-Q.
To my parents, Kelvin and Cecilia, my sister Davinia, my gorgeous nephews Leo and Elliot, my Aunties Rosie, Liz, and Beryl in England, my E-E Grace and dozens of aunts and uncles and cousins in Malaysia, and my best friends from Alabama and Louisiana, I love you! You are the original support team. The ones who know me best and the crew that keeps shouting about my books from the rooftops. Thank you all! I couldn’t do this without you.
To my husband, David, thank you for supporting me from the first day I sat down to write and the day I called announcing the first book deal. Champagne and cake! Thank you for every kiss on my forehead every time you check on me as I type.
And to our sons, Reece, Liam, Andrew, and Matthew, you are the reasons why your dad and I do what we do. You are our everything. We have big dreams for each of you. Thank you for continuing to tolerate my cooking, for remembering to hang up your bath towels, and especially for the day Reece said to me while I worked, “Mom, I respect the grind.” I hope all of you achieve everything you work hard to accomplish too.
Published by Bookouture in 2021
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and events other than those clearly in the public domain, are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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