Trust Me by Anna Ryan
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.6 Mb
Trust Me : Liar. Bad mother. Murderer? You decide…
Ex-Journalist Mercer Hennessey can’t think of a good reason to get up in the morning. Since losing her husband and her little girl in a car crash, she’s living in what she secretly calls the darkness. But when her editor asked her to write an instant true crime book on the murder trial of Ashlyn Bryant, Mercer finds a new purpose.
On trial for the murder of her baby, Ashlyn is currently the most hated person in America. If Mercer can write the story of her conviction, she might just have a bestseller on her hands, as well as achieving justice for a little girl.
And Ashlyn is so obviously the villain of the story: a party girl, man-crazy, ambitious and unrepentant. She’s clearly never been a good mother. But is she a killer…?
“After the guys leave, I swoop up all the bubble wrap and Styrofoam packing they’d strewn around, and drag it through the dining room and down to the basement. They’d told me to keep the packaging for when the trial’s over.
“Why can’t they take it themselves?” I mutter into cardboard, as I lug the stuff down the dusty back stairs. Snap on the light. “Can’t believe I have to go down here.”
The basement is the burial ground for my other life. Whenever I can’t bear to look at something, but can’t bear to throw it away, that’s where I stash it. Sophie’s first crib, the same white wicker one Dex used. His mother presented it to us, tears in her eyes. Sophie in arms, we’d accepted it, all enthusiastic. When she left, Dex lugged the deathtrap fire hazard into the basement, trumpeting how it was a father’s job to protect his family. Gramma’s gold-rimmed wedding china was my mom’s contribution. Mom’s will’s, at least. Most of Dex’s mom’s tea set is here, too. There’s the album of our wedding, which Aunt Someone told me—incorrectly—would be the best day of my life, a windswept October in Nantucket, where we’d all shivered in blankets, rushed out to ’Sconset beach, then, gasping in the cold, thrown them off to get one gorgeous moonlit photo of me barefoot in white tulle, laughing in Dex’s arms. It wasn’t the best day, because every day was better and better, until Sophie, another best.”