“Yes, she has runner written all over her.”
“Well, she may be a runner, but she isn’t a long distance one. Give her time and she’ll come back.” Her head turns, and following her line of sight, I see her staring at her wardrobe. “Bella has a good reason to fear a relationship, but that isn’t my story to tell. With time, she will open up and share it with you.”
“Patience is a virtue,” I say.
“That it is.”
The longer she stares at the wardrobe, the more sadness leaks into her gaze and her posture. I’d do anything to put the joy back in her eyes, so I clear my throat and turn the page to a new chapter. “Now, who do we think the murderer is?”
“The husband. It’s always the one closest to you…no matter how nice they seem.”
Chapter 35
Bella
BELLA
How is she?
you haven’t murdered her or anything, have you?
GRAYSON
your mom is right
she forced you to watch too many crime documentaries
BELLA
…
what are you guys talking about?
GRAYSON
everything and anything
did you really wet the bed until you were six?
BELLA
THAT IS A LIE
GRAYSON
don’t worry Blaze
your secretis safe with me
Aday after getting back from the hospital, I’m sorting through my mother’s medication when there’s a ring at the doorbell. My mom, sitting up on the couch, just smiles over at me, and as I walk to the front door I realize it’s a knowing smile.
“What are you up to?” I call over my shoulder.
“Me? Nothing. I’m just watching my show.”
Though, as she turns back to her documentary, I note she doesn’t hit play.
Shaking my head in confusion, I open the front door, surprised to find Grayson standing there, bundled in a winter coat.