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One phone call. Two lives. Their darkest secrets.
Lana needs to sell a holiday, fast. Stuck in Tenerife, in a dead end job, she never expected a response quite like Liam’s.

Thousands of miles away a phone rings. Liam never intended to pick up, he’s too busy choosing the quickest way to die. But at least someone should know the truth before he goes, even if that someone is a stranger.

As time runs out both are drawn to the other, expressing thoughts they never thought they would share.

When you’re about to die will your secrets even matter?

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Gemma Metcalfe is a Manchester born author who now lives in sunny Tenerife with her husband Danny and two crazy rescue dogs Dora and Diego. By day, Gemma can be found working as a Primary school teacher, but as the sun sets, she ditches the glitter and glue and becomes a writer of psychological thrillers. An established drama queen, she admits to having a rather warped imagination, and loves writing original plots with shocking twists. The plot for her debut novel ´Trust Me,´ is loosely based on her experiences as a call centre operative, where  she was never quite sure who would answer the phone…

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Liam´s Story
Jan 2009

‘Alice…’

I croaked out her name into the darkness, the feel of it heavy on my tongue as I forced my eyelids to open. Noises from outside washed over me, their sounds mingling together as I blinked away the fug from my brain and tried to turn my head towards her. But I couldn’t, because a sharp bolt of pain suddenly sliced through my shoulder and arm, causing me to scream out through clenched teeth. Hot tears filled my eyes and I bit down hard on my lip, my stomach flipping with sickness and my head pounding like nothing I had ever felt before.

‘What’s happening?’ Confused, I mumbled to myself rather than anyone else. I vaguely remembered the panic, the other cars; the loud bang as everything turned black.

‘Don’t move, help is on the way.’

Somebody was stood by the closed window. I could see their outline in my peripheral vision as their voice swam towards me, almost dreamlike, like it belonged in another world.

‘Liam?’

Alice’s fractured voice sliced through the fog of my brain, snapping me out of my stupor. Instinctively, I turned my head to look at her, this time not feeling the pain from my arm, which I knew was dangling down at the side of me.

‘Alice… speak to me.’ I choked out the words as I inwardly begged her to be all right. But I knew she wasn’t. The other car had collided with the passenger side, meaning Alice had taken the full impact. Her head lolled forwards, her chin practically touching her chest as she blinked lazily, her mouth wide open, allowing trickles of blood to fall down from the corner of her mouth. The crushed metal of the car had embedded itself into her, like it had become an extension of Alice herself.

‘The baby,’ she whispered, the pain in her voice almost tangible.

‘Shhh,’ I soothed as I tried to reach out to her, to touch her face, to tell her that everything was going to be okay.
I wanted to tell her that she needn’t worry because we were going to have our happy ending after all. It didn’t matter about the accident because we would soon see our daughter on the monitor at the hospital. And in a few months she would be born, our precious little miracle with dark skin and green eyes. On our first outing as a family, we would go to the seaside and build sandcastles, put Summer’s tiny feet in the sand and watch her squeal in delight as Alice and I ate the crabsticks that everyone else thought were disgusting. At Christmas time we would drive through Blackpool, pointing up at the twinkling lights and eating our weight in candy floss as Summer slept peacefully in the back, snuggled up in a warm blanket. I wanted to tell Alice that we would do all of those things because nothing was going to change. Nothing was going to change because she was finally having our baby and we had wanted this moment for ever and it simply couldn’t be taken away from us now.
I wanted to say it all, but I couldn’t speak… and I couldn’t touch her because my arm had snapped in two.
‘Please,’ I begged instead, ‘stay with me, Alice. I love you.’

She slowly cast her eyes onto me, holding my gaze, her own eyes wide as if she knew that once they closed it would be for ever.
‘She’s kicking.’ Her voice was barely a whisper but a flicker of a smile danced on her lips as she spoke. ‘Make them save her, Liam,’ she rasped. ‘I don’t care about me.’

‘No, Alice, please.’ The strangled pain in my voice echoed around the insides of the car, which already smelt like death. I was vaguely aware of the sirens, the men who were cutting open the roof and telling me that they were going to get us out of there.
‘Promise me.’ She choked, her spirit battling to stay in her body.

And I knew, I knew that the second I nodded my head, it would all be over.
I didn’t want to nod, but I knew I had to… for Alice.
‘Okay…’ I whispered. ‘I promise you.’
And just like that… Alice died.

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