“You were building quite the track record for yourself,” he says, raising his bushy eyebrows. “A nice string of theft, vandalism, underage drinking . . . Of course, you don’t remember any of that. Lucky for you, forgetting everything is the perfect alibi.”

Distantly, the door chimes again, and I hear the sounds of laughter as other customers enter the shop, but Edwards pays them no mind, steadfast. I’m not sure what he’s trying to imply with his intimidation tactics, but they’re a waste of time.

“It may be fun for now, but eventually, this little act is going to have to come to an end.” The words are low, yet somehow he manages to inject his false friendly disposition into them.

“It’s not an act,” I manage. I don’t know whether I should be flattered or offended that multiple people think I have enough talent and determination to fake amnesia for such an extended period of time.

“There are things about that night that aren’t adding up, Allie,” he continues. “Things that you may be hiding. Accidents are random and unpredictable, but yours feels calculated. You’ve always loved performing, isn’t that right?”

“I don’t think I should be talking to you.”

“I know it’s probably thrilling to play pretend, but things will only get harder for you as time goes on. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe you’re capable of pulling off something like this on your own. If you’re trying to protect someone—”

“I need to go now.” My voice has a hard edge, sharp enough to cut anyone who comes close.

“What’s going on here?”

At the sound of a new voice, I exhale, relief leaving my body in a rush of breath, and Audrey appears beside me. She instantly spots the agitation on my face and takes a step closer, partially blocking me from the policeman’s view.

“Why are you talking to her?” she demands.

Edwards is unruffled, apparently not as intimidated by Audrey as he is by Sofia. “I was just saying hello,” he says innocently, setting my teeth on edge. “I’m sure you’re aware Allie and I go way back.”

Audrey doesn’t respond, looking at him levelly before placing a hand on my back and ushering me down the aisle.

“Until next time!” Edwards calls, tipping his hat in my direction as he saunters to the exit.

I don’t breathe easier until I hear the chimes announcing his departure. Audrey reaches out and loops an arm around my shoulders, watching me with concern.

“What was that about?” she asks.

“He seems to think I’m faking everything,” I mumble.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“He fits right in with the other people at school who think my amnesia is some sort of elaborate long con.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffs.