If you could see me nowâ¦
Lizzie and Bea Harris were always close. They were sisters and nothing could tear them apart. Until Bea dies, leaving her sister twelve letters, one letter a month for a year.
Alone for the first time Lizzie is left trying to pull together the pieces of a life she has long ignored and find a place for herself out from under her sisterâs shadow.
As Lizzie delves deeper into her sisterâs life she uncovers secrets that could tear her and her family apart. The letters are revealing a sister Lizzie isnât sure she recognises, and sheâs beginning to wonder if she ever really knew Bea at allâ¦
Perfect for fans of Sue Fortin, Tracy Buchanan and C L Taylor.
The Secrets Between Sisters
Annie Lyons
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2014
Copyright © Annie Lyons 2014
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E-book Edition © July 2014 ISBN: 9781472084033
Version date: 2018-09-19
ANNIE LYONS
decided, after leaving university, that she ârather liked booksâ and got a job as a bookseller on Charing Cross Road, London. Two years later she left the retail world and continued rather liking books during an eleven-year career in publishing. Following redundancy in 2009 she realised that she would rather like to write books and having undertaken a creative writing course, lots of reading and a bit of practice she produced Not Quite Perfect. She now realises that she loves writing as much as coffee, not as much as her children and a bit more than gardening. She has since written two more novels and is about to start work on her fourth. She lives in a house in south-east London with her husband and two children. The garden is somewhat overgrown. One day she hopes to own a chocolate-brown Labrador named John and have tea with Mary Berry.
Thank you to my brilliant editor Sally Williamson for always being so wise and calm and for the superb editorial advice and guidance that both she and Victoria Oundjian gave me on this book.
Thank you also to Lucy Gilmour and the rest of the brilliant HQ Digital team â you are a marvel.
Heartfelt thanks to Jane Clements for her eagle-eye and unflinching support.
Special thanks to Lily and Alfie for letting me get on with my writing, offering to design covers and for keeping me grounded at all times.
Most important thanks go to Rich, without whom none of this would be possible.
For Mum and Dad with love
Chapter One
Late July
The church was chilly. This came as a surprise to Lizzie Harris, walking in out of the summer sunshine, and she pulled her jacket more tightly around her for comfort. She almost hadnât come today. As she got ready that morning, she had thought about what would happen if she simply didnât turn up. No one would come to find her. Nothing would change. She would simply be living up to expectations. But she had come. She had come because of one person; the person she cared most about in the world and one of the few who cared about her.
So Lizzie had pulled herself together, put on the purple dress sheâd bought especially for the occasion, dragged herself into her car and arrived uncharacteristically early. She had watched as other people arrived, keeping a safe distance, not wanting to attract anyoneâs attention. Not yet. She wasnât quite ready to face it yet. Every time she spotted a recognisable face, she closed her eyes and told herself that she was doing the right thing. She had to see this through, had to be strong. She waited until five minutes before the service was due to start. Only a few stragglers were entering the church now. It wasnât seemly to be late on such an occasion. Lizzie had to tell her feet to keep walking as she made her way up the path and into the church.