Welcome to Case Closed.

You're listening to Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney, narrated by Stephanie Racine.

Let's pick up where we left off last time.

Then, Christmas Day, 2016, Night

Claire puts her head under my arm, taking most of my weight, then leads me back out to the car.

I let her, I'm not sure I can stand on my own anyway.

I'm still barefoot as we stumble down the driveway, wet gravel slicing at my toes.

"'She lowers me into the passenger seat,

"'and I notice she's wearing red leather gloves I've never seen before.

"'I'm sitting sideways, and I can hear someone crying inside the car.

It takes a few seconds to realize that it's me.

She gets in behind the wheel, fastens her seatbelt, and closes the door.

Where are the diaries, Amber?

I told you. I burned them.

You're lying?

For God's sake, just get me to the hospital. She's never driven

Poole's M.G before, but reverses out of the driveway as though it's her own car. One red glove on the

steering wheel, the other resting on the gear stick at all times, like a racing driver, someone in

control.

I close my eyes and place my own hands over my belly, as though I'm trying to hold her inside of me. I'm sure it's a girl. Claire and I don't speak as she steers us out of her road.

The only voices I can hear are on the radio, but even then

they're not real, it's all pre-recorded. Occasionally, I open my eyes to look out of the windows,

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