Save Her: a gripping psychological thriller full of twists by Abigail Osborne

Author:Abigail Osborne [Osborne, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloodhound Books - crime, thriller and mystery
Published: 2021-05-04T16:00:00+00:00

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The weather was awful. October was no longer her favourite month anymore, Sophie decided as she opened her door and was instantly slapped in the face with droplets of cold rain. It had been relentless all day and it made her mood plummet. The wind and rain battered her fiercely as she crossed the car park and entered the garden centre. It was only Flora she loved enough to leave the house for in this torrential weather.

Sophie preferred to eat in more sophisticated establishments, but Flora would insist on living off her meagre wage from the centre which meant she could not afford to dine anywhere expensive. A meal at Sophie and Greg’s favourite restaurant would probably amount to the same as Flora earned in a month. She could not understand why Flora would not want to treat herself every once in a while. Did she not remember all the times they would share a 99p cone of chips from the local chippy because that was the only place they could to afford to eat? To be fair, those chips had tasted like luxury compared to their staple diet of pasta and rice. Still, the breakfast was quite nice here so she would tolerate it. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Flora.

Sophie spotted Flora sitting at one of the tables in the café. Once again, Flora was holding the necklace in her hands, absent-mindedly rubbing at it with her fingers. She was still wearing the same cream jumper and blue jeans she’d had on last night, albeit more creased. Her face was gaunt, her cheekbones seemed more prominent than usual. When she looked up at Sophie, her thin smile no longer met her eyes, which were dull and expressionless. Her pale skin made the dark circles under her eyes all the more pronounced and her eyelids were swollen and puffy. She looked more like the Flora Sophie had known as a child, the one still reeling from her parents’ death. But it was completely understandable: seeing a locket that looked exactly like your late mother’s would disturb even the strongest of people.

Yesterday she had received a gibberish voicemail from a distraught Flora. Sophie had raced straight over to find her in the kitchen drinking a glass of red wine. The bottle was already half empty and she spied another one in the recycling. A necklace was on the table and Flora explained that it was just like the one her mother used to wear. Her voice was robotic, like she was devoid of emotion. After finishing the whole bottle of wine, Flora had cried herself to sleep in Sophie’s arms, the grief of losing her parents as fresh as ever. Sam hovering in the background as useful as a chocolate fireguard.

Sophie took a deep breath and sat down at the café table. She tried to ready herself for another conversation that would just go around in circles. Who knew that my mother wore this locket, Sophie? Why was the

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