Silent Lies
A gripping psychological thriller
Kathryn Croft
For Debbie and Lindsey
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
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Prologue
Five Years Ago
* * *
For better or worse. That’s what marriage is meant to mean, isn’t it, Zach? But not for us, not now you’ve gone.
The few mourners who have actually turned up are now leaving, offering me thin, but kind, smiles, no doubt trying their best to push aside all thoughts of how and why you did this, because it’s impossible not to think of it, Zach.
I’m grateful that nobody has asked why there won’t be a wake. It just felt wrong, given the circumstances. Impossible to do that for you, even though it’s tearing me up that I can’t.
Freya cries in my arms; too young, hopefully, to fully understand that we’ve just said goodbye to her dad. That she’ll never see you again. ‘It’s okay,’ I tell her. ‘We’re going home now. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise you.’
‘Dada…’ she protests, in between her cries.
Salty tears sting my eyes as I place her in her buggy and fasten her in, but I force them back; I can’t let her see how much I’m struggling with this.
‘Dada, Dada, Dada…’ Freya’s small, yet huge, words echo in the churchyard, each one crushing me. I walk faster, heading away from the church and out onto the street, hoping the momentum of the buggy will distract her from her chant.
I need to get out of this place quickly because it’s not a normal funeral, is it, Zach? Nothing about this situation is anywhere close to normal.
Out of nowhere a hand grabs me. I haven’t noticed anyone approaching, but now there are two women right in front of us, both of them strangers.
Their expressions are murderous and such intense hatred seeps from every pore in their bodies that I can almost reach out and touch it.
‘That man doesn’t deserve a funeral,’ the one clasping my arm spits. Her saliva lands on my cheek, but I’m too stunned to wipe it away.
I finally pull free of her grasp. ‘Get off me!’
‘Did you know?’ the other one screams. ‘Did you know what he was doing? It’s disgusting. Despicable. And you’re just as much to blame for being married to him.’
There is no point responding to this; trying to explain that I had no idea about anything, because the last few weeks have taught me that people like this don’t want to listen – they need someone to bear the brunt of their anger.
I try to swerve the buggy around them but they block my path. My heart thuds violently. Another thing I’ve learnt is that these people aren’t afraid to cause harm; to them it is justified.
One of them points at Freya, who is innocently watching the proceedings, staring wide-eyed at these two women. ‘And that’s his daughter. Poor kid! When are you going to let her know her father’s a monster?’
‘Monster,’ Freya mimics, and that’s when I ram the buggy straight in between them and run as fast as I can.
‘You’re just as bad as he is,’ someone shouts after me. ‘You should have known what he was doing. What kind of wife doesn’t know what her husband is up to? I hope you rot in hell!’
But how could I have known, Zach? How could I possibly have comprehended what you were capable of?
Chapter One
Now
Mia
* * *
Someone is watching me, I’m sure of that. As Freya runs off to play on the swings, I glance around the park, but there’s nobody acting out of the ordinary, only mothers like me with their young children, a few dog walkers and an elderly couple huddled together on a bench, smiling gently as they gaze at everyone, perhaps remembering when they themselves had young children. The bright sun bathes us in its warmth; this is a picture of innocence – surely nothing terrible can happen on a day like this? And there is nobody here who should pay me any attention.
‘Mum!’ Freya yells. ‘Watch me, watch me!’
It is easy to get lost in watching Freya; she has turned into a beautiful, lively seven-year-old, despite the start she had in life, and I’m only thankful she was too young to know anything, too young to even remember her father. She is gliding through the air now, her legs swinging beneath her as she gathers momentum on the swing. Her gleeful smile brings one to my own face, but still I cannot shake the feeling of eyes being upon me.
A hand touches my shoulder, causing me to leap up.
‘Sorry, Mia, didn’t mean to scare you.’ Will, my partner, has somehow crept up without me – or Freya – noticing.
‘Don’t do that! I thought… Never mind. Just don’t do it again, please.’
He holds up his hands. ‘Okay, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean—’
‘I know, I know. I’m just a bit jumpy, that’s all.’
Will scrunches his face and I can guess what he’s doing. He’s calculating dates to see if it’s the anniversary, or Zach’s birthday, perhaps. The day I married him, or the day we met. He’s wondering if it could be any of these things. But it isn’t, and I can’t explain why I feel so on edge.
‘Why?’ he says, frowning. ‘Can I do anything to help?’
This is Will all over. Mr Fix-It – if he can.
I shake my head and brace myself for his disappointment. ‘No, it’s nothing. I think I’ve probably just taken on too many clients this month. It’s hard trying to fit them all in, in just three days.’ As soon as I say this I regret it. Will already thinks I’m doing too much by setting up my own counselling business a few months ago, but I need to help people. It’s the only thing I want to do.
It’s Wednesday today and as it’s the summer holidays I’ve kept my mornings free of clients so I can be with Freya until Will comes over. Sometimes I can’t believe how much he does for us. He saves his annual leave for Freya’s school holidays so that he can take afternoons off when I need help with childcare. It can’t be easy – he’s an accountant in a huge firm and I know he’s hoping for a promotion soon, so taking so much time off in that way probably doesn’t look good. But that’s just the kind of thing he does for us. Sooner or later it’s bound to take its toll, though.
Care of my daughter is not Will’s responsibility; we’re not married and we don’t even live together – despite his numerous requests – so I owe him a huge debt of gratitude for doing so much for Freya. One day I will be able to do it. But he understands that I can’t just replace Zach.
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‘Is there any way you can—’
‘I can’t stop seeing people if they need me, Will. But I won’t take on anyone new for now.’
He nods. ‘That’s a good idea. And you’re doing all right for money, aren’t you? Because if you ever need anything, all you need to do is ask.’
Zach and I never took out life insurance but, financially speaking, I’m okay. I work hard to make sure Freya has everything she needs without being spoilt, and I will never let myself be dependent on anyone.
I grab Will’s hand and pull him down next to me on the bench, while Freya screams in delight from up in the air and lets go of one side of the swing to wave to Will. I gesture for her to hold on with both hands. ‘Thank you. That means a lot to me, but I’ll be fine.’
Will waves back at Freya. ‘I guess that means you won’t think about me moving in yet? Or if that’s too weird we could get a new place together? I know you love Ealing so I’m more than happy to live anywhere around here. I just had my flat valued and I can get quite a lot for it at the moment. Apparently, after all the turmoil with the housing market, it’s a good time to sell.’
I picture Will’s flat – a pristine new build in Chiswick – and have no doubt he’d do well if he sold it, but moving in together is not a decision I can make with my head. It’s my heart that has to tell me the time is right.
Squeezing his hand, I hope that even some small part of him will understand how I feel. ‘I’m just not ready yet, Will, I’m so sorry. I’m not saying never, but not just now. I need to get the business more established and, well, Freya’s so happy right now. For the last five years it’s just been the two of us in our house, so…’ But Freya loves Will and he’s been like a father to her for the last two years, so I shouldn’t use that as an excuse. I correct myself. ‘But I know she’d love it if you moved in…’
Will sighs and takes a moment to answer. ‘It’s okay, I know you have to be ready too.’ He turns to watch Freya, unable to look me in the eye because yet again I have rejected him. The kindest man I could ever meet.
But didn’t I think that about Zach? He had my complete trust and it was shattered into a thousand pieces. I won’t let that affect my feelings for Will, though. I have to be fair to him: he is not Zach.
Oblivious to the thoughts swirling around my head, Will turns to me. ‘Hey, isn’t your client due in a minute? You’d better get going.’
I grab my phone to check the time. I’ve been so wrapped up in my claustrophobic bubble, while Freya played, that I didn’t realise I needed to get back. A new client, a woman I haven’t seen before, is coming at 2 p.m.
‘Good job you only live across the road!’ Will says. I know what he’s doing: bringing humour to the moment so that I don’t meet a new client while burdened with guilt.
‘I’ll take Freya to the cinema,’ he suggests. ‘Beauty and the Beast is on, I think.’ Knowing Will, he’ll have already checked this and worked out the best showing to see, and calculated what time they will have to leave to get there so that they don’t miss any of the film.
‘Thank you so much,’ I say, my words coming out as barely a whisper because I’m so choked up by his thoughtfulness.
I leave the park and glance towards my house. The house Zach and I saved all our money for all those years ago, with the hope of a future for our little family.
Before I cross the road, I turn back and see Freya wrapping her arms around Will. He lifts her up in the air and she squeals with delight. The elderly couple on the bench across the park nod and smile. They probably think Will is Freya’s dad. Sometimes I really wish he was.
* * *
At home I head straight to my office to wait for my client. I’m lucky to be able to work from home and not have to rent office space, and my room is right next to the front door, a separate area from the rest of my home. It’s important to me to have a clear division between work life and my life with Freya, and so far this has worked well. The downstairs toilet is also right by the office, so I can be sure no clients need to see the rest of the house. When Zach and I bought this place I never thought I’d be working here, or that he would be gone.
Now I’m in this space I immediately switch into work mode, pushing all other thoughts aside. I’ve become good at doing this. But Zach would probably say that I always was, even before. I need to give one hundred per cent to this woman, due at any moment. To remind myself of her name, I check my appointment book.
Alison Cummings. She only called a couple of days ago, informing me that she thought she needed counselling after being in an abusive relationship. That was all the information she offered. I have no clue how old she is or whether she has any children, but I’m sure I will find that out in good time.
She is late. Not a good start. Minutes tick by and I’m about to give up on her – it’s to be expected that people have second thoughts when it comes to baring their souls – but then the doorbell chimes and I stand, straightening my jeans before I head to the front door. I don’t dress formally for my sessions; I’ve found that wearing casual clothes helps put people at ease, enabling them to see me as someone just like them, someone they can open up to.
The first thing I notice about her is how young she is. She barely looks twenty, but when I study her further, I realise my assumption comes from her being so tiny in stature. I am only five foot four, but I seem to tower over her, even though we’re on level ground. From head to foot she’s dressed in black, despite the heat, and I can’t tell whether she’s wearing leggings or jeans, but they cling to her stick-like legs, further emphasising her petite frame.
‘Mia Hamilton?’ she asks, her voice quiet and unsure.
I hold out my hand. ‘You must be Alison. Nice to meet you, come in.’
Her hand is fragile and thin like the rest of her, but also moist. She is nervous.
I stand back so she can enter the house, but she stands like a statue on the doorstep, making no move to go anywhere. ‘Alison? Are you okay?’
She nods, but still doesn’t move, and her eyes take in my home. ‘So is this where you live?’ she asks. ‘I thought it would be… an office or something.’
‘I work from home and my office is just there.’ I point to the left to show her how close it is to the front door, to make her feel safer.
‘Okay.’ Finally she steps forward and I close the door behind us. ‘Can I get you anything to drink?’ I ask, as we head into my office. Now she is right by me I can smell her shampoo, or whatever hair product she’s used today. It could even be perfume. For some reason it makes me think of Zach, although I have no idea why; it is definitely a female scent.
She eyes the cabinet in the corner where I keep a kettle, some mugs and a jug for water. ‘No, I’m fine, thanks.’
‘Not even a glass of water? It’s very warm out there today. And in here, actually. I’m sorry I don’t have air conditioning, but it is something I’m planning to sort out.’ I am rambling as if I am nervous, but I don’t know why. I always find first sessions tricky, before I’ve got to know a client, because it’s hard not to feel judged. People have expectations; somehow they expect you to have all the answers, when the truth is it’s a journey we have to go through together, and that means I need to get to know them. Know what puts them at ease and what makes them uncomfortable.
But there is more to it than that this afternoon, only I can’t pinpoint what it is.
‘Take a seat, Alison.’ I open the window – the air in here feels thick and cloying – and the sounds from the park across the road immediately drift in. ‘So, let me tell you a bit about myself first.’
She nods and her shoulders droop slightly; clearly she is relieved I’ll be doing the talking first.
‘I studied psychology at university, but then took a few years out to travel. I went all over the place, actually: Thailand, America, New Zealand, Europe…’ As I recite some of the places I went to, I feel detached, as if I’m discussing someone else’s life. Because it was all befo
re, and I am a different person now. ‘Then I met my husband and we had a little girl. She’s seven now.’ Of course I don’t mention that Zach is dead, or that I never really knew the man I was married to.
Will would be devastated, would probably question our whole relationship, if he found out I never mention him in these introductions, but how can I? It would throw up questions I’m not able to answer, and I can’t have my clients encroaching on my personal life: the boundaries have to be clear.
‘Yes, I saw you in the park just now with your daughter. She’s very sweet. I had no idea it was you, of course, until you opened the door just now.’
So I was right to believe someone was watching me in the park. Well, at least it was only this woman. ‘Thank you. Anyway, a couple of years ago I trained as a counsellor and now here I am. Do you have any questions before we get started?’
Alison shakes her head and a curtain of dark red hair falls across her face.
‘Okay. Well, you’ve made contact with me because you feel there are some things you could do with talking through. Do you want to tell me what it is that’s causing you emotional pain?’
‘It’s hard to talk about,’ she says, staring past me to the window. A stream of sunlight covers half her face, and I have to turn my chair to see her clearly. ‘I… my partner… he… hits me.’ She looks back at me to check my reaction, perhaps thinking I will judge her, but I remain impassive.
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