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“It hurts too much”

“Will you answer my questions?”

“The ones I can Coot up and followed hilass of white wine, then sat down on the sofa, tucking her bare feet up underneath her

Noah sat in the chair opposite her “Tell me about the crime”

“That’s what you care most about? Hmm Well, a woman was murdered—a friend of your father’s, actually I think the police suspected your father right away”

“Did he do it?”

She’d steeled herself for this question, knowing it was co for more than a decade, and yet now that it was here, she wasn’t sure what she should say “Your dad had trouble controlling his temper”

“Like me?”

“Nothing like you,” she said firmly

“Did he kill that woain

She knew he’d keep asking it until she answered, so she sighed and told him the truth “I don’t believe he did”

“Did you love him?”

Vivi Ann felt tears fill her eyes There wasn’t a da she could do to stop them “With all my heart”

“Why did you divorce him, then?”

“He divorced me, actually, but that’s not what you really want to know You’re asking why Igave up on him” Even after all this time, it hurt to reo