PROLOGUE
Those months, the months before she disappeared, were the best months.
Really.Justthebest.Everymomentpresenteditselftoherlikeagiftandsaid,
HereIam,anotherperfectmoment,justlookatme,canyoubelievehowlovelyIam?
Everymorningwasaflurryofmascaraandbutterflies,quickeningpulseasshe
neared the school gates, blooming joy as her eyes found him. School was no
longeracage;itwasthebustling,spotlitfilmsetforherlovestory.
EllieMackcouldnotbelievethatTheoGoodmanhadwantedtogooutwith
her. Theo Goodmanwas the best-looking boy in year eleven, bar none. He’d
alsobeenthebest-lookingboyinyearten,yearnine,andyeareight.Notyear
seventhough.Noneoftheboysinyearsevenweregood-looking.Theywereall
tiny,bug-eyedbabiesinhugeshoesandoversizedblazers.
TheoGoodmanhadneverhadagirlfriendandeveryonethoughtmaybehe
was gay. He was kind of pretty, for a boy, and very thin. And just, basically,
really,reallynice.Elliehaddreamedaboutbeingwithhimforyears,whetherhe
was gay or not. She would have been happyjust to have been his friend. His
young,pretty mum walked to schoolwithhimeveryday.Sheworegymgear
andhadherhairinaponytailandusuallyhadasmallwhitedogwithherthat
Theowouldpickupandkissonthecheekbeforeplacingitgentlybackdownon
thepavement;thenhewouldkisshismumandsaunterthroughthegates.He
didn’t care who saw. He wasn’t embarrassed by the powder-puff dog or his
mum.Hewasself-assured.
Then one day last year, just after the summer holiday, he had struck up a
conversationwithher.Justlikethat.Duringlunch,somethingtodowithsome
homeworkassignmentorother,andEllie,whoreallyknewnothingmuchabout
anything,knewimmediatelythathewasn’tgayandthathewastalkingtoher
becausehelikedher.Itwastotallyobvious.Andthen,justlikethat,theywere
boyfriendandgirlfriend.She’dthoughtitwouldbemorecomplicated.