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Chapters (57)
  1. Books by Gregg Olsen
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Hear More from Gregg
  55. Books by Gregg Olsen
  56. A Letter from Gregg
  57. Acknowledgements

Recognition immediately comes to her face.

“Rylee!”

“Dr. Albright, I wasn’t sure you would remember me.”

It was kind of a lie.

Actually, a big lie.

I didn’t think she could ever forget me or what I had told her.

She immediately gives me a warm look and wraps her arms around my shoulders.

“You are all grown up,” she remarks. “I’m so happy to see you.”

I pull back a little and look deep into her pale blue eyes.

I don’t blink. I just hold her sympathetic gaze.

“I’ve been playing some of the tapes.”

She lets out a sigh. “I knew you would someday,” she says, leading me inside the house.

Her living room is a mix of antiques and contemporary furnishings. I recognize the large crystal vase from her office; it’s on a table next to the sofa. The room is like she was when I was her patient: comfortable, smart, and warm.

“I’ve been following you,” she says.

I must appear a little surprised as she quickly amends her statement.

“Or rather your career. The internet. I’m not a stalker. At least not a real one. I’m happy for you, Rylee. I always had such faith in you.”

She did. I didn’t doubt.

“When did you listen to them?” she calls from the kitchen.

“Like I said, I haven’t listened to all of them.”

“That will take some time. There are hours and hours to go through. It will also take the right frame of mind.”

I swallow. “That’s right.”

“Tell me how I can help you, Rylee.”

I haven’t been called that name in such a long time that it almost makes me feel as though she’s addressing someone else.

“I’m not sure. Just some perspective, I guess. You’re the only one who really knows me. What happened. Why I did what I did.”

She gets us water and sets a glass on a coaster on the coffee table. Embarrassed, I move mine to one right away. I wipe the ring from the table’s gleaming glass surface. Looking down, I see my face. I am who I am. I will never be like anyone else.

I’m no longer really listening to Dr. Albright.

“I can only reiterate what I know to be true and what I told you all those years ago during therapy. You could make a choice to live a life that would keep you safe and still allow you to be the kind of person you were meant to be.”

“Sometimes I am. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be with someone, to really share myself. Be loved.”

“No one knows you? Is that it?”

“Sheriff knows. He fixed things for me so I could be in law enforcement. Nothing illegal, but certainly not completely ethical either. I owe him a lot.”

“Does he know everything?”