Author/Uploaded by Kieran Scott
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Prologue One Month Earlier Chapter 1: Paige Chapter 2: Lanie Chapter 3: Nina Chapter 4: Paige Chapter 5: Lanie Chapter 6: Paige Chapter 7: Nina Chapter 8: Paige Chapter 9: Paige Chapter 10: Lanie Ten Days Later Chapter 11: Lanie Chapter 12: Pa...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Prologue One Month Earlier Chapter 1: Paige Chapter 2: Lanie Chapter 3: Nina Chapter 4: Paige Chapter 5: Lanie Chapter 6: Paige Chapter 7: Nina Chapter 8: Paige Chapter 9: Paige Chapter 10: Lanie Ten Days Later Chapter 11: Lanie Chapter 12: Paige Chapter 13: Lanie Chapter 14: Nina Chapter 15: Paige Chapter 16: Lanie Chapter 17: Nina Chapter 18: Paige Chapter 19: Paige Chapter 20: Lanie Chapter 21: Paige Chapter 22: Nina Chapter 23: Paige Chapter 24: Lanie Chapter 25: Nina Chapter 26: Lanie Chapter 27: Paige Chapter 28: Nina Chapter 29: Paige Chapter 30: Nina Chapter 31: Lanie Chapter 32: Paige Chapter 33: Lanie Chapter 34: Paige Chapter 35: Lanie Chapter 36: Nina Chapter 37: Paige Chapter 38: Paige Chapter 39: Lanie Chapter 40: Paige Chapter 41: Nina Chapter 42: Paige Chapter 43: Nina Chapter 44: Lanie Chapter 45: Paige Chapter 46: Lanie Chapter 47: Paige Chapter 48: Nina Chapter 49: Paige Chapter 50: Nina Chapter 51: Lanie Chapter 52: Dayna Chapter 53: Nina Chapter 54: Paige Two Weeks Later Chapter 55: Lanie Chapter 56: Nina Chapter 57: Paige Chapter 58: Lanie Chapter 59: Paige Chapter 60: Nina Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright Guide Cover Start of Content Title Page Dedication Prologue Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright III V VI VII VIII 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 Regrets Only A Novel Kieran Scott Author of Wish You Were Gone For Brady and William prologue I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was holding a gun trained at my eight-year-old daughter’s head. Everyone just calm down, okay? Calm down. You don’t want to do this. If you put the gun down, we can all just walk away. Do you even know what you’re doing with that thing? I tried to breathe, but the air wouldn’t come. Tiny dots prickled the edge of my vision. My finger twitched. No, I thought. No. What would my father do? What would he think if he could see me right now? “Mommy?” This was it. This was my chance. I said a silent prayer. And fired. one month earlier paige Why is the whole world against me? Paige Lancaster twisted the thick, leather-covered steering wheel on the leased BMW SUV she wasn’t 100 percent sure she could afford, sweat breaking out under her arms and above her upper lip. There were cars. Everywhere. People. Everywhere. Buses and kids and dogs and strollers. But there were no parking spots. And no one was moving from any parking spots. Everyone was just standing around, chatting. Gesturing effusively with their hands and laughing with their heads thrown back and their perfect teeth bared to the sun. Swear to God, the people in this town paid more for their orthodontia than they did back in L.A. This couldn’t be the way school pickup was run these days. School ended at 3:05. What time had these people arrived in order to park? Twelve thirty? What had they done to kill the time? Was there a mommy lunch date followed by yoga class on someone’s front lawn, followed by a book club meeting and a freaking drum circle all so people could be here early? Finally, finally someone up ahead pulled out. Paige accelerated, catching the scathing look of some mom with two long braids in her hair like Laura fucking Ingalls. Screw you, Half Pint, I’m late to pick up my kid on her first day at a new school. Paige stopped the car and hit her blinker. And now, she had to parallel park. Fifteen minutes later, half the cars were gone, and Paige was finally out of her SUV. She hadn’t parallel parked anything since her driver’s test in eleventh grade. And that had been her mom’s Honda Civic, not the tank she was currently driving. No one had ever uttered truer words than