Take It To The Grave Bundle 2: Take It to the Grave parts 4-6
Take It to the Grave Bundle 2 containing Parts 4-6Part 4Maisey thought her nephew's christening party would be the perfect chance to reconnect with her sister, Sarah Taylor-Cox. But Maisey has spent years running from the past, and seeing her estranged family is stirring up long-suppressed memories, memories that are slowly tormenting her and forcing her to question everything she thought she knew.Not only that, Sarah seems a far cry from the calm, controlled sister who always used to protect her. What is really going on behind the closed doors of the Taylor-Coxes' Hamptons mansion?Part 5Sarah Taylor-Cox knows her glamorous life is about to come crashing down around her. Someone knows her secrets, and seems determined to tell. With every waking moment, her paranoia increases. And when the day of her beloved baby's christening arrives, she can't help but look at everyone through a haze of suspicion. Who hates her so much they are willing to destroy her?Maisey is becoming ever more worried about her sister, Sarah. They may have grown apart, but they still love each other. Then the sisters' bond is tested further than ever before when Sarah shows Maisey a note she's received: When the wind blows the cradle will rock.Part 6When Sarah Taylor-Cox wakes up to find her beloved baby not in his cot, her whole body starts to shake. Someone has been sending her threatening notes, and now her precious boy is in danger. Who has taken him, what do they want and how far will they go to destroy Sarah's life?Time has run out. She must confront the past once and for all. The only question is, will she and her baby survive, or are the consequences of the dark secrets around her too deadly to contain?
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No one can run forever
Sarah Taylor-Cox is at breaking point. Haunted by the threatening anonymous notes sheâs been receiving, exhausted by caring for her new baby, her carefully constructed life is about to come crashing down around her. Luckily she has her younger sister Maisey to turn to for supportâonce estranged, the unknown danger Sarah is facing has created a fragile bond between them. A bond that will be tested to its limits when deadly secrets finally emergeâ¦
This bundle comprises:
Take It to the Grave (Part 4 of 6) Take It to the Grave (Part 5 of 6) Take It to the Grave (Part 6 of 6)
by Zoe Carter
Take It to the Grave
Bundle 2
Zoe Carter
Table of Contents
Take It to the Grave (Part 4 of 6)
Take It to the Grave (Part 5 of 6)
Take It to the Grave (Part 4 of 6)
Zoe Carter
The cry of a frightened child
Maisey thought her nephewâs christening party would be the perfect chance to reconnect with her sister, Sarah Taylor-Cox. But Maisey has spent years running from the past, and seeing her estranged family is stirring up long-suppressed memories, memories that are slowly tormenting her and forcing her to question everything she thought she knew.
Not only that, Sarah seems a far cry from the calm, controlled sister who always used to protect her. What is really going on behind the closed doors of the Taylor-Coxesâ Hamptons mansion?
Part 4 of 6: A gripping new installment in this darkly compelling psychological thriller
I ran faster, harder, the impact of my feet on the hard-packed sand jarring my knees, my hips, but I ignored it, slamming my feet into the surface. Iâd stood there, in Sarahâs room, cradling the limp, unresponsive body of my baby half brother.
âI think Iâve killed the baby. You have to save the baby.â
My arms swung at my sides, my legs pumpingâfaster, fasterâand my thighs, my calves, each muscle group burned. I remembered the frantic pleading in my voice. I remembered watching my sister take charge.
Sarah quickly checked Frankieâs pulse, in his wrist and then his neck. My sister knelt over the unconscious toddler as I stood anxiously just inside the doorway, and she pinched Frankieâs nose, breathing into his mouth. Sarah finally looked up. âIâll sort it, Maisey. Donât worry. It will look like an accident. Youâre not in trouble, though, okay? Go back downstairs, and pretend to be asleep.â
Relief made my legs shake, and I nodded.
My cheeks are wet now, and my legs were mimicking the tremors of that afternoon so long ago as I pushed myself to the limit, sprinting along the beach.
I walked quietly out to the backyard, and lay down on the chaise longue, not too far away from Alice. I leaned back, closing my eyes, the sun beating down on my face, my chest, my legs, those cicadas still buzzing in the background. The normal sounds of a summer day, yet so grating. I heard the back door open, heard my sister walk, ever so quietly, down the path. I held my breath, my lips curling inward, my eyes itching, as I heard her step into the pool area. Then I listened as Sarah crept back up to the house, and then I jolted at the bloodcurdling scream. I sat up and whirled around as Sarah flew out of the house, the sounds from her voice so alien, so unfamiliar.
âFrankie, oh, my God, Frankie!â
My blood turned to ice in my veins as Sarah kept screaming.
And then I heard our next-door neighborsâ screen door slam open.
I lurched, bending over as my stomach heaved, and I vomited on the beach, the hot tears streaming down my face.
I told you not to look. Lucyâs voice was angry, harsh.
How could you keep this from me? I wailed in my mind, the sound echoing against the walls of my skull. I took a couple of steps, then fell to my knees, my stomach still twisting, although there was nothing left to bring up.
Thatâs my job, Maisey. To protect you.
I braced my hands on the sand, clenching my fingers and making little furrows, gasping for breath. Cold sweat broke out on my brow, and my chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. I shook my head.
Not this. I killed my brother! The realization was like a knife to my gut, a bullet to my brain. Cold. Hot. Pain. Remorse. I was bombarded from all directions. How could I do that?
How could you not? Lucy queried.
I coughed, still feeling the burn of stomach acid in my throat, and I blinked. Darkness was edging my consciousness. Lucy was stepping in.
Oh, God. Not again.
âMaisey? Hey, are you all right?â
Lucy froze. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, and blinked, then hastily brushed the tears off my cheeks before turning to look up at Caleb. God, how humiliating. He glanced up and down the beach.
