Ghosted (Hardcover)

Seven perfect days . . . Then he disappeared

We were a matter of mere miles from where I’d met him. I closed my eyes, trying to remember my walk that hot morning. Those uncomplicated few hours Before Eddie. The sour-milk sweetness of elderflower blossom. Yes, and scorched grass. The drift of butterflies, stunned by the heat. There had been a barley field; a feathered, husk-green carpet panting and bulging with hot air. The occasional explosion of a startled rabbit.  And the strange sense of expectation that had hovered over the village that day, the boiling stillness; the littered secrets.

Unbidden my memory fast-forwarded a few more minutes to the moment I actually met Eddie, and misery and confusion tangled like weeds over everything else. 

Imagine you meet a man, spend seven glorious days together, and fall in love. And it's mutual: you've never been so certain of anything. So when he leaves for a long-booked holiday and promises to call from the airport, you have no cause to doubt him.

But he doesn't call. Your friends tell you to forget him, but you know they're wrong: something must have happened; there must be a reason for his silence.

What do you do when you finally discover you're right? That there is a reason -- and that reason is the one thing you didn't share with each other?

The truth.