I stared back at them, wanting to shrink away and disappear. After all I’d been through, how could they expect me tohandle this horrible task? “Why are you ganging up on me?”
Violet gave a whimper of a sigh as she adjusted the skinny strings of her spangled dress. Bless your heart. We’re just trying to help you.”
“You’re not thinking clearly,” Tori said.
That part was true. I was a hot mess.
Tori forged on. “We have bent over backward to help you. We’re like all ‘Go, Emma!’ ” she said, jiggling one pom-pom in the air. “But we can only do so much, and what would be the point of us jumping in to finish off what you started? You created this mess for yourself, and it’s your responsibility to clean it up. Get that body out of here. Now. Put it in a shopping bag or hide it in your laundry bag and toss it in a hole. Bury it deep or throw it in the ravine. I don’t care, as long as you get it out of here.”
It was a her. Didn’t they get that? And she was a living being. Well, she had been living a few minutes ago.
I was crying now. Silent tears, though I could feel my mouth crumpling in that pathetic frown that, Violet insisted, caused creases. “I can’t do this,” I murmured. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Tori said steadily, “and you will.”
“I can’t even . . .” I shuddered, hot and cold and dizzy at the same time. “Why do I have to do this?”
“Silly boo.” Tori granted me a condescending smile, her teeth super white against her tanned skin. She leaned so close I could feel the heat from her body. “You know this is the consequence of your actions. This is what happens when you kill your baby.”
Sisterhood has a price . . .
Pledging to Theta Pi at Merriwether College seemed to offer Emma Danelski a passport to friendship, fun, and popularity. But the excitement of pledge training quickly fades, as does the warmth of her
so-called sisters. What’s left is a stifling society filled with petty rules, bullying, and manipulation. Most haunting are the choices Emma makes in the wake of another sorority sister’s suicide . . .
It doesn’t matter that no one else needs to know what Emma did, or how vastly different life at Theta Pi house is from the glossy image it projects. Emma knows. And now, with her loyalties tested, she must decide which secrets are worth keeping and how far she’ll go to protect them—and herself . . .
Praise for Rosalind Noonan’s Domestic Secrets
“This suspenseful read is Noonan at her best. Fans will be eager to get their hands on her latest, and it doesn’t disappoint.”
“Noonan delivers another page-turning thriller whose deeply flawed characters draw you into a web of family secrets.”
“Recommended for readers wanting stories of dysfunctional families, scandal, and violence that involve entire communities.”