The Secrets I Keep

"So do you reckon you'll stick around?"

I paused before answering his question and wished I knew the answer. But the answer depended on so many things, because, after all, the last town I'd stayed in I'd been convinced would be my permanent home, right up until she'd come along and messed everything up. Because she'd known what I did, and was one of the very few people who'd actually properly cared. About him obviously, not me. She didn't give a damn about me. And honestly, after she'd told everyone what I did, neither did anyone else.

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Sarcastic Jemima Ainsworth is the new girl in the sleepy, quirky village of Puddleston, which has an average age of 67 and probably hasn't had a new person since before she was born. She's there trying to decide whether or not she can move on from the guilt of the secret she's harbouring, but when she falls for Sebastian, a writer who's just moved back to the village he grew up in, will she be able to face up to the truth, or will her secret tear them apart?

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Trigger warning: this story deals with the subjects of bullying, depression and suicide.

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