She Was the Quiet One
The gripping new novel from Sunday Times bestselling author Michele CampbellBecause murderers are never who you expect…She was the quiet one… but is she guilty?For twin sisters Rose and Bel, enrolling at the prestigious new boarding school should have been a fresh start. But with its sinister rituals and traditions, Odell soon brings out a deadly rivalry between the sisters.For Sarah and husband Heath, the chance to teach at Odell seems like the best thing that ever happened to their small family – a chance to rise through the ranks and put the past behind them.Until one dark night ends in murder.But who’s guilty and who’s telling the truth? And who’s been in on it all along..?From the Sunday Times bestselling author Michele Campbell comes the breathtaking new thriller SHE WAS THE QUIET ONE.PRAISE FOR MICHELE CAMBPELL:‘A gripping page-tuner…will suit fans of Liane Moriarty’ Hello‘A page-turning whodunnit that will speak to anyone who's ever had a frenemy.’Ruth Ware, bestselling author of The Woman in Cabin Ten‘A gripping, tangled web of a novel―it pulls you in and doesn’t let you go. I loved it!Shari Lapena, author of The Couple Next Door‘A cracking whodunit that will keep you guessing’ Woman’s Own‘Secrets and scandals in an ivy league setting. What could be more riveting?’Tess Gerritsen, Sunday Times bestselling author‘A skillful and addictive story of friendship, betrayal and ultimately love, IT’S ALWAYS THE HUSBAND will keep you turning the pages until its dramatic end.’B A Paris, bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors‘A brilliantly layered, utterly compelling, clever mystery story that crackles with poisoned friendships and dirty secrets… Twisted, shocking and sharply observed. IT'S ALWAYS THE HUSBAND has blockbuster movie written all over it!’ Samantha King
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MICHELE CAMPBELL is a graduate of Harvard University and Stanford Law School. She worked at a prestigious Manhattan law firm before spending eight years fighting crime in NYC as a federal prosecutor. Her debut novel It’s Always The Husband was a Sunday Times top ten bestseller.
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‘A page-turning whodunnit that will speak to anyone who’s ever had a frenemy.’
Ruth Ware
‘A gripping, tangled web of a novel – it pulls you in and doesn’t let you go. I loved it!
Shari Lapena
‘Secrets and scandals in an ivy league setting. What could be more riveting?’
Tess Gerritsen
‘A skillful and addictive story of friendship, betrayal and ultimately love, It’s Always The Husband will keep you turning the pages until its dramatic end.’
B A Paris
‘A brilliantly layered, utterly compelling, clever mystery story that crackles with poisoned friendships and dirty secrets… Twisted, shocking and sharply observed. It’s Always The Husband has blockbuster movie written all over it!’
Samantha King
‘A gripping page-turner…will suit fans of Liane Moriarty.’
Hello!
‘Readers will… be drawn in to the novel’s intricate exploration of divided loyalties and the brittleness of trust.’
Publishers Weekly
For Meg
The only quiet woman is a dead one.
—SYLVIA PLATH
Contents
February
They locked her in the infirmary and took away her phone and anything she might use to harm herself—or someone else. The school didn’t tout this in its glossy brochures, but that’s how it handled kids suspected of breaking the rules. Lock them in the infirmary, isolate them, interrogate them until they crack. Usually you got locked up for cheating on a test or smoking weed in the woods. In the worst-case scenario, hazing. Not murder.
She lay on the narrow bed and stared at the ceiling. They’d given her sedatives at first, and then something for the pain. But her head still pounded, and her mind was restless and foggy all at once. A large lump protruded from the back of her skull. She explored it with her fingers, trying to remember what had caused it. At the edge of her consciousness, something terrible stirred, and she pushed it away. If she turned off the light, she would see it, that thing at the edge of the lake.
That thing. Her sister. Her twin.
All across campus on this cold, dead night, silence reigned. She was being accused of a terrible crime, and there was nobody to speak in her defense. They’d called her grandmother to come defend her. But her grandmother believed she was guilty. Even her closest friends suspected her, and she had to admit, they had reason to. She and her sister were close once, but this awful school had changed that. They’d come to doubt each other, to talk behind each other’s backs, to rat on each other for crimes large and small, to steal from one another. Mere days earlier, they’d gotten into a physical fight so intense that the girl who interceded wound up with a black eye. That girl hadn’t told—yet. But she would now.
It wasn’t fair. Just because they’d had a fight didn’t mean she would kill her sister. How could she? Her sister was the only family she had left. Everybody else had died, or abandoned her. Why would she hurt her only family, her only friend? But every time she closed her eyes, she saw the blood on her hands, the stab wounds, the long hair fanned out. Her sister’s face, white and still in the moonlight. She was there when it happened. Why? It couldn’t be because she was the killer. That wasn’t true. She was innocent. She knew it in her heart.
