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      KIERSTEN WHITE

      PERFECT LIES

      For Noah

      My past, present, and future

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Fia: Two Days Before

       Annie: Two and a Half Months Before

       Fia: Thirty-six Hours Before

       Annie: Nine Weeks Before

       Fia: Thirty-two Hours Before

       Annie: Six Weeks Before

       Fia: Twenty-eight Hours Before

       Annie: Six Weeks Before

       Fia: Nineteen Hours Before

       Annie: Five Weeks Before

       Fia: Eighteen Hours Before

       Annie: Four Weeks Before

       Fia: Twelve Hours Before

       Annie: Twenty-eight Days Before

       Fia: Eleven Hours Before

       Annie: Seven Days Before

       Fia: Nine Hours Before

       Annie: Fourteen Hours Before

       Fia: Six Minutes Before

       Annie: Ten Minutes Before

       Fia: Two Minutes Before

       Annie: After

       Fia: After

       Acknowledgments

       Also by Kiersten White

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       FIA

       Every Day

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      ANNIE.

      Annie.

      Annie.

      Annie.

      I can’t think about her, not ever. It isn’t safe.

      But when I’m asleep, no one can listen to my thoughts. I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning. Sometimes though, the good times, I get Annie.

      It’s always the same.

      Phillip Keane is gone, his webs destroyed, everything smoking and charred in beautiful ruins around me. We’re safe. It’s over.

      But my hands are red, they’re still so red I can’t look at them, can’t see them, can’t breathe.

      And then Annie is there. She’s too young. I know she doesn’t look like that anymore, but her face is open and innocent and clean. She wraps her hands around mine, so that I can’t see the red anymore. We’re together, and when we’re together, all these things I’ve done, they don’t matter anymore because they were worth it.

      If I were Annie, I’d know whether this was a real future. All I know is it’s the only one I want, the thing that keeps me going.

      I will make that future happen.

       ANNIE

       Four Months Before

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      SHE DIDN’T KILL ME.

      I was ready for the knife. I’d made my peace with whatever Fia needed to do to be okay. But … she didn’t kill me. I try to keep my breathing shallow and hidden, try not to flex my fingers over the phone, though I want to.

      Fia didn’t kill me!

      She must have come up with something else, some way out of this. I knew she would. I knew she would fix everything, I knew