The Sister by Louise Jensen EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Louise Jensen
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: Psychological Fiction, Psychological Thrillers
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Stepping out of my car with heartbreak-heavy legs, I zip my jacket and pull
on leather gloves before hefting my
spade and bag from the boot: it is time. My wellingtons
slip-slide across the squelching mud to the gap in the
hedge. It’s been there for as long as I can remember.
shiver as I enter the forest; it’s darker than I’d thought
and I take deep breaths of the pine-scented air to steady
myself. I fight the urge to go home and come back in
the morning, remind myself why I’m here and drive
My smartphone lights the way as I look out for
rabbit holes I might fall down. I take giant steps over
fallen limbs of trees I’d once have hurdled. At twentyfive I’m not too old to run, but my load is cumbersome;
besides, I’m in no rush to get there, I was never
supposed to do this alone.
I stop and rest the spade handle against my hip, splay
my fingers and shake out my pins and needles. There’s a
rustling in the bushes and I have a sense of being
watched. My heart stutters as two rabbits dart out,
bounding away when they see my light. ‘I’m OK,’ I
reassure myself, but my voice seems loud and echoey,
reminding me how alone I am.
My rucksack feels tight across my shoulders and I
readjust the straps before marching on, snapping twigs
underfoot. I’m beginning to think I’ve taken the wrong
fork when I reach the clearing with the lightning-struck
tree. I wasn’t sure it would still be here, but as I look
around it seems nothing has changed – but of course,
everything has. Memories of the last time I was here hit
me so hard I feel winded. I sink to the ground. The
dampness of the leaves and earth seep through my
trousers, as the past seeps through to my present.
‘Hurry up, birthday girl, you’ll be sixteen at this rate.
I’m freezing,’ Charlie had called. She’d been perched on
the weathered gate at the edge of the cornfield, plastic
bags strewn around her feet, blonde hair gleaming in the
weak coral sun. Never patient, Charlie kicked her heels
as I trudged towards her, cradling the box that contained
our hopes and dreams.
‘Come on, Grace.’ She jumped down, scooped up
her wares and dashed into the trees. I shifted the box
under my arm and tried to keep up, following flashes of
her purple coat and wafts of the Impulse body spray she
always stole from her mum’s bedroom.
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