検索キーワード： 著者 "Nicole Trope" すべてのカテゴリー

Jopa kaikkein täydellisimmät perheet saattavat kantaa hirvittäviä salaisuuksia. Kuinka hyvin oikeastaan tunnet naapurisi? Kukaan ei voisi ikinä aavistaa millaisia salaisuuksia Hogarth Streetin talon julkisivun takana piilee – ja mitä sen suljettujen ovien takana tapahtuu juuri...

Hur väl kan du egentligen lita på en ny vän? Hur mycket kan du lita på dig själv? Andrea, som är höggravid och mitt i livet med en aktiv treåring, har nyligen flyttat till ett nytt kvarter tillsammans med sin familj. Men huset är slitet, deras ekonomi är på bristningsgränsen och...

Även en till synes perfekt familj kan bära på mörka hemligheter. Hur väl känner du egentligen dina grannar? En smaragdgrön gräsmatta. Välskötta häckar. En metallgrind omgärdad av murgröna och doftande kaprifol. På framsidan ligger två sparkcyklar, en blå och en neonrosa...

En olycka. Flera versioner. En sanning. När en man blir påkörd larmar flera vittnen om olyckan. Men på grund av det kraftiga skyfallet kan ingen beskriva bilen som träffade honom. Fyra kvinnor för höra om olyckan på nyheterna och när bilderna visar hur offret lyfts in i ambulansen...

I watch Victoria and Reese leaving their favourite coffee shop arm-in-arm. They like to go there to catch up, brag about their perfect husbands and their perfect children. But I know the truth. Behind those big smiles, Reese and Victoria have kept each other close so they can watch each other. Their friendship is toxic. And their lives are built on one big lie.

Todo el mundo quiere vivir en la calle Hogarth, con sus árboles y sus casitas blancas, y los West han encajado a la perfección. Katherine y John parecen totalmente enamorados y sus mellizos de cinco años resultan adorables. Pero pronto los vecinos empiezan a darse cuenta de algo... ¿Por qué los West nunca quieren acudir a las barbacoas? ¿Por qué rechazan todos los ofrecimientos para que alguien haga de canguro de los niños? ¿Por qué, cuando llamas a su puerta, te atienden fuera en lugar de invitarte a entrar?

Als Katelyn ihren sechsunddreißigsten Geburtstag mit Freunden und Familie feiert, ahnt sie nicht, wie schnell ihre heile Welt zerbrechen kann. Denn am nächsten Tag wacht sie verängstigt und orientierungslos im Krankenhaus auf. Sie kann sich nicht an ihre Party erinnern. Nicht an die furchtbaren Worte ihres Ehemannes oder an die zerstörerische Wut ihrer besten Freundin. Auf die Frage, was passiert sei, antwortet ihr Mann nur »Nichts«. Aber bei seinen Worten gefriert Katelyn das Blut in den Adern. Sie erkennt an seinem Tonfall, dass er lügt.

My hand trembles as I stare at the anonymous text. On this sunny Saturday morning, our twin ten-year-old boys were playing in the park just down our tree-lined street. But only one of them has come home… and it’s all my husband’s fault. I race to Leo’s study and demand answers. As his face turns white, I know: one of his affairs has turned deadly. I always smell the unfamiliar perfume on his shirt. I try to pretend we are a happy family, for the sake of the children… but now, my child is in terrible danger.

Katelyn smiles around at her husband and friends, gathered to celebrate her 36th birthday in their beautiful home decorated with fairy lights. But the next day Katelyn wakes up shaken and terrified in a hospital bed. She doesn’t remember the sweet taste of birthday cake icing, or how angry her best friend was at midnight, or the terrible things her husband said. She doesn’t remember the party at all. When she asks her husband what happened the night of the party he says "nothing". But her blood runs cold at the way his voice lilts slightly. The way it always does when he is lying.

I gaze at my husband’s once handsome face, so still and pale in the hospital bed. The doctors say I should keep talking. He might be able to hear me even after the terrible accident that left him fighting for his life. But all I have to whisper to my husband is this: "I know what you did."

CZASAMI NAJBARDZIEJ IDEALNE RODZINY SKRYWAJĄ NAJOKROPNIEJSZE SEKRETY. Wszyscy chcą żyć na Hogarth, ładnej, wysadzanej drzewami ulicy z białymi domami. Nowa rodzina, Westowie, pasują tam idealnie. Katherine oraz Josh wyglądają na niesamowicie zakochanych, a ich śliczne pięcioletnie bliźniaki biegają po zielonym trawniku, krzycząc wesoło.

THEO SOMERTON MA JEDENAŚCIE LAT I JEST DZIECKIEM ZE SPEKTRUM AUTYZMU. NIE MÓWI, MOŻE TEŻ NIE WIEDZIEĆ, ŻE SIĘ ZGUBIŁ. NIE ZAREAGUJE NA SWOJE IMIĘ. – Twój syn zaginął – mówią, a życie, które znałam, właśnie skończyło się. – Dokąd mógł pójść? – pyta policja. – Gdzie może być? – pyta z błaganiem w głosie moja córka. Serce łomocze mi w piersi, gdy w mojej głowie pojawiają się obrazy. Domek, który wynajmujemy każdej jesieni. Podniesione głosy. Łzy. Rozpadające się małżeństwo. I najgorsze z tego wszystkiego – mój mąż, mówiący naszemu synowi, Theo, żeby uciekał.

DOCIERA DO NIEJ PRZECIĄGAJĄCA SIĘ PO DRUGIEJ STRONIE SŁUCHAWKI CISZA. SERCE ZACZYNA JEJ SZYBCIEJ BIĆ. – KOGO ZNALEŹLI? – PYTA, POWOLI, OSTROŻNIE, Z UWAGĄ WYPOWIADAJĄC SŁOWA. – ZNALEŹLI DANIELA. Megan czeka przed bramą szkoły na swojego sześcioletniego syna, Daniela. Gdy plac pustoszeje, zaczyna panikować. Nigdzie nie może go znaleźć. Jej syn zaginął. Po latach nieprzespanych nocy i tęsknoty za synem, Megan w końcu odbiera telefon, o którym marzyła. Odnaleźli Daniela.

Her chest tightens, her heart speeding up. The kitchen is chaos. She steps on something hard, and looks down. Toy dinosaurs are scattered everywhere. But her son is nowhere–her baby boy is gone.

Elizabeth is Joe’s foster mother, but she loves him like her own. The five-year-old, who adores superheroes and watching the birds outside, is the child she has dreamed of. As she looks into the garden, where he was playing just moments ago, her heart feels like it has been ripped from her chest. She was meant to save Joe from his birth mother who almost harmed his chances at life. The woman who has been trying to desperately get him back. She was meant to protect Joe from her husband. The man who, right now, lies to the police, saying he was making breakfast when Joe disappeared.

I never thought I would end up here. Alone, in a cold one-bedroom apartment, only seeing my precious daughter once a week. Another woman is living the life that was once mine. I wish I was still married to my ex-husband, the love of my life. I dream of tucking my five-year-old child into her ballerina bed sheets every night. I miss living in a beautiful house, the perfect family home, with a winding staircase and a sprawling garden. I’d do anything to be with my family again. To start over and prove to them that I’ve changed, that I won’t lose control like before.

It’s the phone call every mother dreads. I’m climbing into the car after a trip to the grocery store. As the engine starts, my phone rings. It’s my stepdaughter, Shelby, who is babysitting my three-year-old Millie. "I only went upstairs for a second," she says through her sobs. "She’s gone." When the police turn up, Shelby’s story starts to unravel. What is she hiding? Then I get a message saying, "Your husband is not who you think he is." Suddenly, my family feel like strangers. Everyone has a secret - even me.

I am cooking spaghetti, his favourite, while he plays in the garden. But when I look up, he’s gone. I call the police, my hands shaking so much that I hit the wrong digits twice. "My son is missing." When the police turn up, I’m trapped in the web of my lies. I have hidden the truth from eight-year-old Riley, my little boy who loves climbing trees and always has scraped knees. I have hidden my secret from everyone.

Every family has secrets, and on the hottest day of the year, the truth is about to come out. As a tragedy unfolds behind closed doors, the dawn chorus is split by the wail of sirens. And one by one the families who tried so hard to welcome the Wests begin to realise: Hogarth Street will never be the same again.

"Your son is missing," they say, and life as I know it is over. "Where would he go?" the police ask. "Where would he be?" my daughter begs. My heart races as images flash in my mind. The cabin we rent every autumn, surrounded by fiery-red maple trees. Voices raised. Tears falling. A marriage falling apart. And worst of all my husband telling our child, Theo, to run. The rest is a blank in my memory. If I close my eyes I can almost see it. A betrayal that has left me alone, in tatters, grieving for what we had.