Happy Sunday everyone! Today I’m sharing an extract from a new release from Head of Zeus that is simply perfect for your Autumn TBR! TRUST ME by Zosia Wand is an absorbing psychological thriller out now! Scroll down for an extract and info on the book! Enjoy <3
Who can you trust if you can’t trust yourself?
Twenty-seven-year-old Lizzie has a great relationship with her teenage stepson, Sam, even though they could pass for brother and sister.
When Sam becomes sullen and withdrawn, Lizzie starts to suspect that something sinister is going on at school. But no one believes her – and then suspicion falls on Lizzie herself…
Trust Me is an absorbing, suspenseful and thought-provoking thriller that asks if you can ever really trust anybody, including yourself.
It’s now gone five o’clock. I’m beginning to envisage accidents, the screech of brakes on tarmac, Sam’s body in the road. I know this is ridiculous, but I can sense something’s wrong. He’s been different. I thought it was the pressure of A levels, being in the upper sixth. One minute he’s his usual easy self and then he’s distant or agitated. When I’ve asked him what’s up, he’s changed the subject, shoving whatever was bothering him aside. I haven’t pried, because he’s seventeen, he’s entitled to his privacy, and yet… maybe I should have pushed a little harder. What if he’s in trouble?
That look. I don’t want to think about the way he was looking at me. Not Sam. Not my Sam. We’re not like that. I’m sure it didn’t mean anything. It was just the once, and I might have misinterpreted it. I can’t even say what it was exactly. He’s a teenage boy, I’m not that much older; he’s bound to be curious, processing stuff. He’ll be home soon. I’ll talk to him then.
I force myself to get back to my laptop, but I can’t concentrate on the documents. Deciding the check I did briefly this morning will have to do, I attach them as they are and press Send.
The key in the lock. Finally! Loopy throws herself down the hall and I run after her, but it’s not Sam. Jonty slams in, yanking the strap of his battered leather bag over his head and throwing it on the floor.
‘What’s wrong?’ He doesn’t answer me straight away and I find myself wishing I hadn’t asked, because all I can think about right now is Sam. ‘Did you get my messages? Why haven’t you been answering your phone?’ And before he can say anything, I blurt, ‘Sam’s missing!’
Jonty’s dark brows pull together. ‘What are you talking about?’ He looks at his watch and back at me and I know I sound like I’m losing it, but I’ve got this awful feeling and I’m about to explain, to tell Jonty about Mr Wright and the school and this sense of foreboding that I can’t escape, when I see Sam’s outline through the glass of the front door. I push past and throw it open. Sam is standing there, dressed in his uniform, bag over his shoulder, as if it’s any ordinary day.
I shriek, ‘Where have you been?’
He takes a step back, the same frown, the same dark brows as his dad. He glances at Jonty, then back at me and gives a shrug. ‘The library.’ And then, ‘Why are you wearing my hoodie?’
I look at Jonty. His face, usually all soft lines collapsing into a smile, is flat, hard. He looks old and exhausted.
I feel bitter cold bile in my throat. ‘What is it?’
‘Apparently, I’m redundant.’
Zosia Wand is an author and playwright. She was born in London and lives in Cumbria with her family. She is passionate about good coffee, cake and her adopted landscape on the edge of the Lake District. This is her first novel.
Zosia Wand’s website –http://zosia.yolasite.com