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Three hours of driving,five hours of flying, and now we’re almost at Josh’s place. We’re sitting in the back seat. Josh didn’t want to drive so he had a car pick us up. I’m anxious as hell. I don’t know what it is, but something is wrong. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Josh is holding my hand, just like he always does in the car, his thumb absently twirling around my fingers.
“Josh, in case I didn’t already tell you, I had a great time. I loved every minute with you. I love you, more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for giving me this week,” I tell him.
“Emmy, you don’t need to thank me. There will be plenty more weeks like this in our future, babe.” He smiles. I try to return the gesture, but it’s fake. I know he can tell by the wrinkle in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as his phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket and looks at me. “Sorry, I have to take this.” Squeezing my hand, he picks up the phone.
“What is it?”
I don’t hear the other side of the conversation. But when Josh’s eyes turn to me, I know it’s not good.
“What’s the name of the detective?” Josh asks into the phone. I wait, holding my breath.
“Detective Jones,” Josh says, looking right at me. My body goes cold. I’m shaking. I can’t stop the shaking. He’s found me. How has he found me?
“Tell Detective Jones that I haven’t seen Emily Livingston since high school. Last I heard, she died a few years back.” Josh hangs up the phone. He tilts his head.
“John, change of plans. Take us back to the airport,” he orders the driver before pressing a button and winding up the partitioner.
“Emily, care to explain why there is currently a Detective Jones at the farm with a warrant for your arrest?” Josh asks quietly.
He’s too quiet. I can’t tell if he’s angry or not. I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just let me out here, Josh. You don’t need to worry. I won’t have you get into trouble because of me.”
“You’re not getting out of this fucking car, Emmy. I’m not letting you go. You need to tell me why there is a cop looking for you though. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”
“You can’t help me, Josh. No one can…” I whisper.
“Whatever it is, Em, it can’t be that bad. Just tell me, please.”
“I-I killed him,” I stumble out.
Josh doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t blink. His facial expression is blank. I just admitted to killing someone, and it’s like I told him I wanted an ice cream cone or something.
“Who, Emmy? Who did you kill?” he urges.
“My husband.”
