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2024-10-29 19:42:56I walk over to the back of the house, look at the ocean and the white sand. The ground beneath me seems soft, unstable.
“Annie, what’s this about?”
“The night...” I begin, then stop. I was going to say the night you killed Briggs but I don’t want to say those words out loud. “When you said all threats had been neutralized, you meant Briggs.”
Gray is behind me, his hands on my shoulders now. “Why are we talking about this?”
“Just answer me,” I say quickly.
I hear him release a breath. “Yes, that’s what I meant.”
I lean against him, my back to his front. “What’s happened?” he whispers.
But I can’t bring myself to say the words. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the Ray Harrison I knew. Not now, not when my husband has started to believe in my sanity for maybe the first time.
“Annie,” Gray says,
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