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Nicola Rayner Untitled Book 1
Nicola Rayner
THE GIRL BEFORE YOU
Nicola Rayner
Copyright (#u1f4a6d72-7e69-53bf-92fe-99e654319217)
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2019
Copyright © Nicola Rayner 2019
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008332730
Ebook Edition © 2019 ISBN: 9780008332723
Version: 2019-05-20
Dedication (#u1f4a6d72-7e69-53bf-92fe-99e654319217)
For my mother and for Jason
Epigraph (#u1f4a6d72-7e69-53bf-92fe-99e654319217)
For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray.
Christina Rossetti
Everything in the world is about sex except sex.
Sex is about power.
Oscar Wilde
Author’s Note (#u1f4a6d72-7e69-53bf-92fe-99e654319217)
Anyone looking at a map will struggle to find the university town of St Anthony’s. In truth, the inspiration for this fictional setting comes from an amalgam of places: it is halfway between Durham and St Andrews, and the town’s history also draws on that of Alnmouth in Northumberland – a place shaped by what it lost.
Contents
Cover (#uc72c9c66-c5b5-5927-973f-b7bc8fe11f62)
Title Page (#u2cd89eb4-3b80-538f-a2a4-b43686e7ee90)
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Author’s Note
Prologue
Alice
Naomi
Alice
Kat
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Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
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The last time I saw my sister she was getting ready for a party. She took particular care that night and we were quiet as we prepared, unaware of all those years of silence to come. Ruth used coconut oil, as she always did, to smooth down her unruly red hair. As she closed the hot tongs, the steam from the oil smelled like summer – suntan lotion and Malibu. It should be a happy scent, but every time I come across it now, it takes me back to that night. We had talked our way through her problem and come up with a plan. And I had confided what had been gnawing at me, too. We both knew what we had to do.
I can see her as she pats her pale face with foundation, flicks mascara on her lashes and adds a slash of red lipstick. She pins up her hair and puts on an emerald dress. When she is ready, she grabs her handbag. It holds her cigarettes, a lighter, of course, her wallet, her lipstick and condoms. These were the last things she carried.
Her eyes looked so bright and full of hope. I wish I had said something else, something different, but I just said: ‘Don’t forget your Dorothy slippers.’ And she grinned and slid her feet into the red sequinned shoes.
