Such Dark Things
Her past just won’t stay buried…Dr. Corrine Cabot has it all. Successful career, handsome husband and the perfect house in the suburbs. But a dark night from her past is threatening to destroy everything.She’s repressed the truth for years. The only memory she has is of being found in a house where two people were discovered murdered. Now the images she has fought to forget are starting to resurface and she starts to question everything.As she struggles to separate what’s real from what’s not, she starts to question if her life is really what it seems.Readers love Courtney Evan Tate:“A gripping dark read!”“a riveting psychological thriller/romance”“grabbed me from the very beginning and never let go”“addictive”“This is a fast paced well told story full of suspense”“the twists and turns were brilliant. A fab read.”
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A HORRIFIC RECURRING NIGHTMARE IS THREATENING TO STEAL HER SANITY...
Dr. Corinne Cabot is living the American dream. Sheâs a successful ER physician in Chicago whoâs married to a handsome husband. Together they live in a charming house in the suburbs. But appearances can be deceivingâand what no one can see is Corinneâs dark past. Troubling gaps in her memory mean she recalls little about a haunting event in her life years ago that changed everything.
She remembers only being in the house the night two people were found murdered. Her father was there, too. Now her father is in prison; she hasnât been in contact in years. Repressing that terrifying memory has caused Corinne moments of paranoia and panic. Sometimes she thinks she sees things that arenât there, hears words that havenât been spoken. Or have they? She fears she may be losing her mind, unable to determine whatâs real and whatâs not.
So when she senses her husbandâs growing distance, she thinks sheâs imagining things. She writes her suspicions off to fatigue, overwork, anything to explain what she canât acceptâthat her life really isnât what it seems.
Such Dark Things
Courtney Evan Tate
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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To my Michelle.
For keeping me afloat.
To my husband.
For being my Always.
And to my brother-in-law, E.L.
For everything.
Contents
My skin is sticky with blood.
My waistband is wet with it, and I can taste it on my lips. Itâs splattered on my face, and it tastes like metal that has been rotting in the sun and rain for a hundred years. The night makes me shiver, the cool breeze rustling my hair, and for a split second, Iâm back there in that house, standing in that blood. My bare toes feel the warmth of the liquid turn cool as the minutes tick past.
Goose bumps rise on my neck, and a knot that I canât swallow is lodged in my throat. My feet are frozen frozen frozen on the ground, and I canât move.
Their eyes are open and lifeless, although they stare at me.
They see me.
Yet they see nothing.
I canât breathe.
My lips are ice, just like theirs.
My heart is pounding and racing and stuttering, and I canât breathe I canât breathe I canât breathe.
âCorinne. Youâre safe here. Corinne.â
And just like that, Iâm not there.
Iâm here.
âThere was blood all over me.â My words are stilted and fragile, like glass.
I stare at my hand, and even though itâs clean now, I see it as it was seventeen years ago, covered in the blood of two soulsâsouls that were living and that arenât anymore. Itâs hard to wrap my mind around. First they were breathing, and then they werenât. It happened in a split second. I inhale shakily.
âThink about that moment,â the doctor instructs. âWho can you see?â
I think on that. âMelanie is next to me on the floor. Her head is bleeding into a pool. There is so much blood that it looks black.â I close my eyes, because it had been the first time Iâd seen blood like that, and it terrified me. âJoe is on the bed. His blood is splattered all over the wall. Both of them have their eyes open.â
Staring at me.
The emotions welling up in me are like a wave, swelling swelling swelling...until I canât handle it anymore. The horror and the guilt and the pain are just too much.
