Just Like Her

Just Like Her The Domestic Thriller Collection Ramona Light Copyright Just Like Her © 2023 by Ramona Light All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including information storage and retrieval systems, without express written permission by the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and places are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. None of the characters in the book are based on actual persons. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely and unintentionally coincidental. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Epilogue Also By Ramona Light Chapter 1 “Lawrence Wheeler?” I call, looking up from the sheet of names in front of me to put a face to the name. A young boy in a Fairville High sweater responds with a nod. “Jessica Frost?” “Here,” an eighth grader with short brown hair calls out, her hand in the air. I look up, nod, and smile. “Chloe Stoller?” There is no answer, and I scan the room. Chapter 2 “How are you feeling, Mom?” I say, placing the brown paper back on the kitchen table. Mom is sitting in her favorite armchair in the living room beyond, and I can hear Ken Jennings’s voice on the TV. When my mother doesn’t answer, I sigh and walk back into the room I just passed through. She has that glassy look in her eyes, the one she always has