Wyatt asking strangely specific questions about my childhood illnesses.
“You didn’t meet me by accident.”
His eyes filled with pain.
“No.”
Melanie whispered, “You were watching her.”
“At first.”
The words cut deeper than I expected.
“Was any of it real?”
Wyatt turned toward me.
“All of it.”
“You lied from the beginning.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“That is what every liar says.”
Walter pulled the SUV into an aircraft hangar.
Inside waited a silver private jet and a woman in her early sixties.
She had Wyatt’s eyes.
