Regrets Only


 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
 
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 Start of Content
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Prologue
 Acknowledgments
 About the Author
 Copyright
 
 
 
 
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 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