Suzy Quinn - Don’t Tell Teacher - A gripping psychological thriller with a shocking twist, from the #1 bestselling author

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Don’t Tell Teacher

Suzy K Quinn

ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019

Copyright © Suzy K Quinn 2019

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Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008323165

Version: 2019-02-21

For my little girls, Lexi and Laya – sorry this isn’t a bedtime

story. You can read it when you’re older :) xx

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About the Author From SUZY: Every page in this book is a connection between us – author and reader. I am so grateful you have chosen to make that connection. I love talking to readers, so feel free to get in touch: Email: suzykquinn@devoted-ebooks.com Facebook.com/suzykquinn (You can friend request me. I like friends.) Twitter: @suzykquinn Website: www.suzykquinn.com

Title Page Don’t Tell Teacher Suzy K Quinn ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

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About the Publisher

Prologue

We’re running. Along wide, tree-lined pavements, over the zebra crossing and into the park .

‘Quick, Tom.’

Tom struggles to keep up, tired little legs bobbing up and down on trimmed grass. He gasps for breath .

My ribs throb, lighting up in pain .

A Victorian bandstand and a rainbow of flowerbeds flash past. Dimly, I notice wicker picnic hampers, Prosecco, Pimm’s in plastic glasses .

No one notices us. The frightened mother with straight, brown hair, wearing her husband’s choice of clothes. The little boy in tears .

That’s the thing about the city. Nobody notices .

There’s a giant privet hedge by the railings, big enough to hide in .

Tom cries harder. I cuddle him in my arms. ‘Don’t make a sound,’ I whisper, heart racing. ‘Don’t make a sound.’

Tom nods rapidly .

We both clutch each other, terrified. I shiver, even though it’s a warm summer’s day .

Tom gives a choked sob. ‘Will he find us, Mum?’

‘Shush,’ I say, crouching in my flat leather sandals, summer dress flowing over my knees. ‘Please, Tom. We have to be quiet.’

‘I’m scared.’ Tom clasps my bare arm .

‘I know, sweetheart,’ I whisper, holding his head against my shoulder. ‘We’re going away. Far away from him.’

‘What if he gets me at school?’

‘We’ll find a new school. One he doesn’t know about. Okay?’

Tom’s chest is against mine, his breathing fast .

He understands that we can’t be found .

Olly is capable of anything .

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Monday. School starts. It won’t be like the last place, Tom knows that. It will be hard, being the new kid.

‘Come on, Tommo,’ I call up the stairs. ‘Let’s go go go. We don’t want to be late on our first day.’

I pack Tom’s school bag, then give my hair a few quick brushes, checking my reflection in the hallway mirror.

A pale, worried face stares back at me. Pointy little features, a heart-shaped chin, brown hair, long and ruler-straight.

The invisible woman.

Olly’s broken ex-wife.

I want to change that. I want to be someone different here.

No one needs to know how things were before.

Tom clatters down the polished, wooden staircase in his new Steelfield school uniform. I throw my arms around him.

‘A hug to make you grow big and strong,’ I say. ‘You get taller with every cuddle. Did you know that?’

‘I know, Mum. You tell me every morning.’

I hand him his blue wool coat. I’ve always liked this colour against Tom’s bright blond hair and pale skin. The coat is from last winter, but he still hasn’t grown out of it. Tom is small for his age; at nearly nine he looks more like seven.