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Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 1
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  55. EPILOGUE
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  58. Also by Rea Frey
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

The door opens and closes, and then she’s gone. She sinks back into the chair and folds her hands on the metal table. She stares into the smudged glass, which houses the firing squad on the other side. Her jaw sets, her eyes clear and unblinking. A single tear slips down her cheek at the thought of what Savi must be going through.

Her daughter, without her father.

Her daughter, without her aunt.

Her daughter, without her mother?

No.

She stands, and the chair topples backward with the force of her legs pushing away from the table. She knows what she is about to do is risky, but it’s her only choice.

“Bring Rebecca back.” She shouts it loud enough that someone must hear. “I want to tell her the truth. I want to tell her who really took Jackson.”

49

BEC

I’m almost out the front door of the precinct when Jake stops me. “Bec. Wait.” I scurry out of his grip and push through the rotating glass to feel the sunshine on my face. I tip my chin skyward and resist opening my arms like some heroine in a novel. It’s over. It’s all over.

“You can’t leave.”

Not yet.

“Why not?”

“Paperwork. Just hang tight, okay?”

I rotate toward him—this man who’s been here for me, even when he didn’t fully believe me. This man, who stayed away for eleven long years, just so he wouldn’t rock the boat and I could have a chance at happiness. All this time, I thought if Chris was out of the picture, then I had to do everything alone. I didn’t see the point in getting too close to anyone, because people leave. That’s what they do.

But Jake is here now. I walk forward and slide my hand down his arm and find his hand. “Thank you.” I squeeze his fingers.

“For what?”

“For not giving up on me.”

“Bec.” He laughs, his voice projecting skyward. “I’ve never given up on you. Not then, not now. Not ever.”

I want to ask what will happen when all of this is over. Will I see him again? Will we be those exes who get coffee once a year? The thought of him being removed from my life is agonizing. I haven’t even gotten to enjoy his company. It’s just been one crazy moment after the next.

“Will I see you after this?” I ask.

He steps closer to me. His body radiates heat, just a foot away. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says the words, and I wish I could believe him. But he’s a detective. I know the odds of staying safe in a job like his.

“You don’t know that,” I say.