My Betrayed Heart, My Stolen Life
ation. I walked into the kitchen. The scene was sickeningly domestic. Sarah was packing lunchboxes.
up when
kay?" he asked, a pictu
mug, Josh, with a speed that didn't seem accidental, knocked
ain, pulling
eat. She rushed over with a cloth, but not for me. She s
tly by Josh' s
about it," he said, ruffling the boy' s hai
one asked if I was burned. I stoo
rrived, supposedly to help with the kids. In
spreading them on the counter, completely ignoring me. "I need you to loo
etched the initial designs on a napkin at a diner. Now t
oncentration. "I think we can push the timeline up if
had access to my files,
emory surfaced. The night before I left on that
her head on my shoulder. "Promise you'll hu
said. "I'll alway
e laughed at something he said, a light, carefree sound I hadn't heard from her in years. As she turned, she touched his arm. A
stomach. It wasn't just that they had mov
ol, her parents were gone, and Mark was supposedly at my office.
to talk
ooking up. "Liam,
e," I said.
d her eyes. They
I'm sorry? I am. I'm sorry you were hurt. I'm
ded more like a sob. "What about our life,
am," she said, her
coffee table, lit up. I saw the notificati
age. The sender wa
night. The kids will be asleep soon.
he heart emoji. The promise of a secret rendezvous in my own house. The casu
had just crashed over my head, pulling me under into a cold, dark real