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“I don’t know what to think.”
He stands and begins to pace, his voice rising. “What more do you want from me, Kat? I’ve laid my life open for you to pick through whenever you want—my phone. My computer—which, two years out, you still search on a daily basis.” He turns to face me. “You’ve become best friends with a fucking con artist, and yet I’m the one you suspect? This woman has infiltrated your life. She’s got you wrapped around her finger, going to concerts and lunches and yoga. You’re her goddamn assistant,” he spits. “She’s tried several times to access our information—the stolen bank statements, the missing cable bill—and yet each time something’s happened, I’m the one you’ve looked at first.”
He sits next to me and takes my hands in his, his voice nearly breaking. “I don’t know what else I can do to prove that it’s not me.” Tears well in his eyes. “I’m beginning to believe this will never be okay. You will never trust me.”
“Scott,” I say.
But he holds up his hand, silencing me. “I won’t let her do this to us.” He grabs my page of notes and says, “I’m taking over. Tomorrow, I’m opening an investigation into Meg. Whatever she’s up to, it stops now.”
The pain I see on his face nearly breaks me. How hard he’s worked, and how much it must hurt that no matter what he does, I still doubt him.
No more.
“Okay,” I whisper.
