Through the Wall
Lexie’s got the perfect life. And someone else wants it…Lexie loves her home. She feels safe and secure in it – and loved, thanks to her boyfriend Tom.But recently, something’s not been quite right. A book out of place. A wardrobe door left open. A set of keys going missing…Tom thinks Lexie’s going mad – but then, he’s away more often than he’s at home nowadays, so he wouldn’t understand.Because Lexie isn’t losing it. She knows there’s someone out there watching her. And, deep down, she knows there’s nothing she can do to make them stop…
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THROUGH THE WALL
Caroline Corcoran
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Caroline Corcoran 2019
Cover design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
Cover photographs © Magdalena Russocka/Arcangel Images (apartment block), Shutterstock.com (women)
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Source ISBN: 9780008335090
Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008335106
Version: 2019-09-06
To S, S and B, my team.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1: Harriet
Chapter 2: Lexie
Chapter 3: Harriet
Chapter 4: Lexie
Chapter 5: Harriet
Chapter 6: Lexie
Chapter 7: Harriet
Chapter 8: Lexie
Chapter 9: Harriet
Chapter 10: Lexie
Chapter 11: Harriet
Chapter 12: Lexie
Chapter 13: Harriet
Chapter 14: Lexie
Chapter 15: Harriet
Chapter 16: Lexie
Chapter 17: Harriet
Chapter 18: Harriet
Chapter 19: Lexie
Chapter 20: Harriet
Chapter 21: Lexie
Chapter 22: Harriet
Chapter 23: Lexie
Chapter 24: Harriet
Chapter 25: Lexie
Chapter 26: Harriet
Chapter 27: Lexie
Chapter 28: Harriet
Chapter 29: Lexie
Chapter 30: Harriet
Chapter 31: Lexie
Chapter 32: Harriet
Chapter 33: Lexie
Chapter 34: Harriet
Chapter 35: Lexie
Chapter 36: Harriet
Chapter 37: Lexie
Chapter 38: Harriet
Chapter 39: Lexie
Chapter 40: Harriet
Chapter 41: Lexie
Chapter 42: Harriet
Chapter 43: Lexie
Chapter 44: Harriet
Chapter 45: Lexie
Chapter 46: Harriet
Chapter 47: Lexie
Chapter 48: Harriet
Chapter 49: Lexie
Chapter 50: Harriet
Chapter 51: Lexie
Chapter 52: Harriet
Chapter 53: Lexie
Chapter 54: Harriet
Chapter 55: Lexie
Chapter 56: Harriet
Chapter 57: Lexie
Chapter 58: Harriet
Chapter 59: Lexie
Chapter 60: Harriet
Chapter 61: Lexie
Chapter 62: Harriet
Chapter 63: Lexie
Chapter 64: Lexie
Chapter 65: Harriet
Chapter 66: Lexie
Chapter 67: Harriet
Chapter 68: Lexie
Chapter 69: Harriet
Chapter 70: Lexie
Chapter 71: Harriet
Chapter 72: Lexie
Chapter 73: Harriet
Chapter 74: Lexie
Chapter 75: Lexie
Chapter 76: Harriet
Chapter 77: Lexie
Chapter 78: Harriet
Chapter 79: Lexie
Chapter 80: Harriet
Chapter 81: Lexie
Chapter 82: Harriet
Chapter 83: Lexie
Chapter 84: Harriet
Chapter 85: Lexie
Chapter 86: Harriet
Chapter 87: Lexie
Chapter 88: Harriet
Chapter 89: Lexie
Chapter 90: Harriet
Chapter 91: Lexie
Chapter 92: Harriet
Chapter 93: Lexie
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Keep Reading …
About the Author
About the Publisher
Present
I sit, listening to the drip, drip, drip from a shower that only runs for a short time to prevent me from trying to drown myself.
There is a loud, unidentified bang at the other end of the corridor. A sob that peaks at my door and then peters out like a siren as it moves further away towards its final destination.
I slam my fist down on the gnarly grey-green carpet in frustration. Pick at a thread. Trace the initial that is in my mind: A. A.
A psychiatric hospital is such a difficult place in which to achieve just a few necessary seconds of silence.
Nonetheless, I try again, pressing my ear against the plaster and shutting my eyes, in case dulling my other senses helps me to hear what’s being said on the other side of that wall.
