Page 92 of Keep This Promise
She skips back, blonde curls bouncing, and I grab the monitor off the nightstand. “Ready?” I ask.
“Can you sing the song?”
“Of course. Click,” I say once.
“Click,” Eden says.
“Click,” Sophie follows.
“Click,” I say again.
“Boom!” Eden gives me the all clear, and I press the button to test her blood.
“Good job, bug.”
Her reading looks good, but her machine must’ve dosed insulin a second time last night because she was high in the hospital most mornings.
When the door shuts, Sophie lets out a long sigh. “Well, that was one way to handle it.”
“I think we handled it well.” I walk to her, pulling her out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her. “Get dressed, sweetheart, or I might have to remove this sheet and do something very stupid.”
She grins. “You don’t have time for that, darling. You have to make bacon, that little girl won’t allow you more than two minutes before she returns.”
“I could do it in two,” I say with a laugh, and she rolls her eyes. “All right. Get clothes on and meet me out there.” I snap the sheet away and shamelessly take in the view I could get very used to waking up to. Sophie squeaks and then shakes her head as she grabs a robe.
“Go before our daughter walks back in.”
I wink, grab my shirt, and head into my room. Once changed into running attire, I walk toward the kitchen but stop short when I find Sophie standing at the table, looking over a file. A file I put in a drawer last night.
My blood runs cold for several reasons. One, someone was in this house, and two, Sophie just found out that I have Theo’s medical record.
Her eyes snap up. “Why do you have this?”
“I’m a doctor, and I sometimes review medical records.”
“I am aware of that, but why do you haveTheo’smedical record?”
“Do you remember how the postcards Theo sent had my medical license number on them?” Sophie nods. “Okay, so, it made me think that he was trying to call attention to something that was in his record. I wanted to make sure he didn’t leave some clue as to what the hell is going on in there, knowing I’d pull the file and find it.”
Sophie clutches it to her chest and then runs her tongue over her lips. “And is there some clue?”
“No.”
“Of course, there’s not because my husband was a selfish bastard! He bloody well knew what he was involved in and lied to me for who knows how long. Why didn’t you tell me about this? Why did you keep a secret from me when you knew that everything for the last three months has been secrets and lies?”
I hate that she feels betrayed by me. So many times, I debated telling her, but it felt wrong to tell her until I was sure there was or wasn’t anything to find. “I didn’t want to give you false hope. It was a shot in the dark that I’d find something, and so far, I haven’t. If I had, I would’ve told you.”
She places the file on the table, her finger tracing the edge. “Why would you leave this out?”
Having to answer that question is far scarier than having to explain the file in the first place. “I didn’t.”
“Holden, it was open on the table when I came out to make food. Eden went back in her room to get dressed, so I doubt it was her.”
“It was out when we got home last night too, and I didn’t leave it like that. Theonlyplace I’ve ever opened it was my room, and last night, I put that file in the drawer there.” I point to the cabinet. “It wasn’t out when I came to bed, Sophie.”
“What?”
“I need to call Emmett.”
