Today I would like to tempt your reading tastebuds with a little tidbit from The Diary by Vikki Patis, published by Bookouture. After reading this, I simply had to have it. I hope you feel the same. Publication date is November 26, 2018.
I was born on a cold morning worthy of my surname. A Winters could only be born in the middle of December. It had been bitter, with heavy snows and storms. A winter to remember. The country was covered in a freezing fog in the days preceding my birth, and when it cleared, my mother knew I would be on my way.
Two years and two months before, Hannah had entered this world, red-faced and screaming as we all are in the beginning. Hannah, my sister, if not in blood then in spirit. Hannah, the girl who was my world, and the girl who ripped it apart.
As I stare down at the photograph in my hand, the memories come flooding back, tangled and searing, inescapable. Hannah stares up at me, her bright blue eyes piercing, accusing. She has her arms thrown around my neck, her soft cheek pressed up against mine. I can almost feel her, the warmth of her breath, the smell of peppermint, the stickiness of her lip gloss catching my hair. The sun shines down on us, bleaching our hair, tanning our skin.
We looked nothing alike, not really. Hannah was tall and slim; I was shorter and curvy. She had long blonde hair, pin straight; my hair was long too, but it was auburn and curly, wild. Her eyes were bright blue, mine a dark green. But inside, it was almost as if we were the same person. I felt her keenly wherever I went: her influence, her love. Her anger. What she felt, I felt. We had an unbreakable bond.
‘It was your fault.’
The words float through my mind, but I push them away, as I have done for so many years. I feel like I ‘ve been running from the past for ever.
‘I know what you’re hiding, Lauren. You never could hide things from me.’
Hannah. She knew me inside and out, every inch of me. She was everywhere, a part of everything. A part of me.
‘I kept my own secrets. ‘
The eighteenth has a significance in our family. On the eighteenth of October 1989, Hannah came into this world. Eighteen years later, she left it.