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CHAPTER 1
I blink at Sean as my stomach crashes into my shoes The way he looks at me makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle Goose bumps line e to choke out, “That’s not true How could it…”
Sean’s dark gaze locks with ht in my head says run
On so with hiht it was grief The way that he acts screa his only child But this, this revelation, chokes lued to the spot
Sean watches me for a second It’s almost like he hopes that I’ll run and never look back, but I don’tthrough space, lost in his eyes Sean can’t be a killer I think it over and over again, but the twisting inside ht of his confession and it scarestoo hard to stay alive and this
I don’t look away It isn’t that I don’t believe hi else there The darkness is tied to death, but this wasn’t a grisly h the premonition is part of me
Sean finally looks away and turns “You’re not running away”
“Yeah, I’m a little crazy like that” I try to steadyin my ears and my body is tense, ready to run I try to sound calm “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Sean glances over his shoulder at me, on his way to the bar on the other side of the hotel rooives hi up fro to consume him Sean ss it back down “Are you sure you want to know?” His voice is steady, cold, and utterly detached
It feels like the icy hands of a ghost that’s walked up behindmy shoulders I suck in air and step toward him “Tell me”
Sean didn’t expect that answer I can see it in his eyes He turns away fro a drink, he reaches for his laptop The screen flickers to life He taps the keys and clicks before turning it toward me “Read”
I glance down at the headline froest newspapers—SEAN FERRO ACCUSED OF MURDERING WIFE AND UNBORN CHILD I reach for the co for It’scold and detached, about how he didn’t look grief-stricken The article ends with a link to a follow up story I click through the articles one by one, watching pictures of Sean age like years are passing rather than aze on the side of ainst the bar and set the coh to another article I stare at his picture, at the words and accusations, and s hard
I click the final link to the last story FERRO AQUITTED My heart is racing, sla into my chest I feel sick I try to clear away all the emotions and think I don’t understand how they didn’t find hiuilty The paper made it sound like it was an open and shut case Sean Ferro brutally killed his wife in a jealous rage He left her on their bed, bleeding to death, and went to work When he returned hoht, he called the police All the papers said the 911 call was a hoax and that his wife had died hours before he returned hoht There were no other suspects
When I finish reading, I glance up at hiaze ed hiuy from a sociopath? Did he really do this? Sean doesn’t show e Neither do I—well, not in front of people I don’t trust I had that stone-cold look on round I reht for me not to cry, but I didn’t Not then They didn’t see my tears or hear my sobs Sean’s the same way I know he is, so lack of emotion doesn’t mean what the papers say it means
“This isn’t true” I push down the laptop screen and keep aze locked with Sean’s It’s a state fros that Sean never shared about this I see the secrets burning in his eyes
His eyebroitches Sean shakes his head and looks down Dark hair falls into his eyes “You’re naïve, Avery”
“You’re hiding so, Sean You’d rather let people think you killed your wife than tell the truth?”
Sean stares at rip him in a way that makes him anxious I’m too close, and he can’t bear it “The truth is there in black and white I killed her I’m a jealous man Everyone knows that I know you’ve heard I have a teohis chest intoto get it through your head that I’uy you think I am?”
CHAPTER 1
I blink at Sean as my stomach crashes into my shoes The way he looks at me makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle Goose bumps line e to choke out, “That’s not true How could it…”
Sean’s dark gaze locks with ht in my head says run
On so with hiht it was grief The way that he acts screa his only child But this, this revelation, chokes lued to the spot
Sean watches me for a second It’s almost like he hopes that I’ll run and never look back, but I don’tthrough space, lost in his eyes Sean can’t be a killer I think it over and over again, but the twisting inside ht of his confession and it scarestoo hard to stay alive and this
I don’t look away It isn’t that I don’t believe hi else there The darkness is tied to death, but this wasn’t a grisly h the premonition is part of me
Sean finally looks away and turns “You’re not running away”
“Yeah, I’m a little crazy like that” I try to steadyin my ears and my body is tense, ready to run I try to sound calm “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Sean glances over his shoulder at me, on his way to the bar on the other side of the hotel rooives hi up fro to consume him Sean ss it back down “Are you sure you want to know?” His voice is steady, cold, and utterly detached
It feels like the icy hands of a ghost that’s walked up behindmy shoulders I suck in air and step toward him “Tell me”