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He has two options right now – to tell me the truth, or to lie.
I don’t know which one he’s going to pick.
“Remember the old friend I told you about who died and I visit his parents from time to time?”
His voice is husky, low, full of the kind of emotion I don’t quite understand.
He has told me about that friend, but not much.I know he occasionally goes back and checks in, spending time with the family, but he hasn’t even told me their names.I didn’t think they were overly important to him, if anything he mentioned them in passing comments, as if it wasn’t something to really think about.
Did he do that on purpose, so I wouldn’t question it?
What is he about to tell me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“The police told me one of them died.It was a shock.That’s all.Everything is fine.”
There is something about the way his voice sounds, the way it doesn’t even waver a little, the way his eyes dart slightly to the left when he tells me it’s fine, that gives me every answer I’ve been asking for in the last few hours.I hold my breath, my chest tightening as I study his face and I know, I just know...he’s lying.
Pain, unlike any I’ve ever felt, rushes through me.He just looked me in the eye and lied to me, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.I don’t even know how I know; I just feel it to my very core.The fact that he is willing to lie about something like that makes me terrified to even imagine what it is he’s covering up.
What he’s hiding from me.
“When is the funeral?”
A bold question, but I’m hoping to catch him off guard.
I could accuse him of lying, but I don’t think that will get me any closer to him telling me what’s really going on.
His eyes flash, and he shrugs, rolling off me.
“No idea.”
We both lie in the silence, neither of us saying a word, but it’s as if we’re both fully aware the other person knows.He knows that I think he’s lying, and I know he’s lying, yet neither of us are coming right out and saying it.Darkness and fear hang in the air as the whirring of the fan mixes with my deep, ragged breaths.
I don’t know what to do.
“Got to go away for a week or so, deal with it,” he murmurs.
Those words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest, but I’ve never been the kind of girl to beg.I’ve grown up in a world where begging gets you nowhere, and neither do tears.Instead, I take a deep, shaky breath and whisper, “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Rolling to my side, I clench my eyes shut.
So many things run through my mind, and I want to scream with the tension building up inside me, but nothing I do will change what’s happening.Muff is lying to me, but I don’t know what it is he’s lying about.Is he seeing someone else?That seems unlikely, considering everything was perfect until those police officers came to the door.Has he done something illegal and is going to be locked away?Is he trying to make it so I won’t be hurt?
“Will you be coming back?”I whisper into the darkness.
Silence.
Then, in a low, raspy tone he growls, “Yeah.”
He’s telling the truth this time.
So what the hell is he keeping from me?
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