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  1. Cover
  2. Also by Sharon Doering
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
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  86. Acknowledgements
  87. About the Author

Who knew what I’d really do, though, if Trevor cheated? I liked to think I was easygoing and forgiving, but I had dark corners in me. Plenty of them.

I parked on the street near Emily’s school. I took the phone off speaker and put it to my ear. “I can go sit with your mom. You could come home and relax.”

“No, thanks,” he said. “I like when you get your sleep and keep Em on schedule. I’m used to this random night shift.”

“OK. Sounds good.”

Which was true. My offer had been polite, but half-hearted. I did not want to sit with his mom all night. I got out of my car, catching a gentle waft of cow manure, and stepped through the freshly mowed grass toward Emily’s school.

“Everything going smooth over there?” he said.

Well, I did crack a man’s head last night and knock him into the river; I talked to a detective about my mom’s possible involvement in a murder this morning; nearly got shot by a neighbor; and you know how I told you all my siblings were dead? Well, I lied! Holly lives nearby!

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him about Holly. I couldn’t tell him about digging up my mom’s past. I wouldn’t know how to be honest about some of my family history, but keep other parts secret. There were parts I needed to keep secret. Parts I couldn’t even tell Trevor. And telling him about hitting a man over the head last night? Being drawn to Desiree? Bailing her out of jail? I didn’t want to tell him those things. I didn’t want to talk about my poor judgment. I didn’t want him to worry about me as a wife, as a mother. I didn’t want him to worry, period. He had enough on his plate.

A text came through. Desiree.

-He’s got a nasty bump but he’s fine. I didn’t tell him, cross my heart, but he knows who you are. Not sure how.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Heather?” Trevor said over the phone. “Everything OK?”

“Everything’s good,” I said. “I’m walking up to Emmy’s school.”

He knows who you are.

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29

TREVOR

DeeDee wasn’t throwing up. I wasn’t sure why I’d been compelled to tell that lie. That was a problem of mine. Taking things too far. DeeDee had asked if I could give her the night off. I’d told her I had to take care of something first, then I’d be there.

I parked in the gravel lot well-hidden by forest. This scenic lookout, Horseshoe Bend, was named for the way the river widened and then hooked sharply. Where the river widened, it deepened, and the shifting depths made for a gorgeous palate of color variations, turquoise blue to hunter green to deep black.