Page 28 of Healed Heart
“You lost your wife, Jason.Right after you lost your daughter.I don’t think I’ll ever find the words to tell you how sorry I am that you had to go through such a thing.”I close the journal and slide it across the table to him.“But the woman who wrote in this journal definitely didn’t write that note.”
He lifts his head up.“So it’s indeed possible that she didn’t kill herself.”
“Unless she had someone else write the note for her.But who would do that?Any friend close enough to be trusted with such a grave task would surely try to talk her out of it.”
He frowns.“Well, I guess that narrows it down.Or broadens it, depending on how you look at it.”
I nod, my mind racing as I try to piece it all together.“Jason,” I say slowly.“While we’re on the subject, did Lindsay have any friends or colleagues who were close to her?Someone who might know something about this?”
He frowns, sits back down on the bed.“We lost touch with most of our friends after Julia was born.It was just too difficult to have much of a social life with both of us working and a small child to take care of.”He sighs.“And then…after she died, I lost contact with them altogether.People reached out, of course, but I turned them all away.”
I feel the pain through his words.I hate that he has to relive all of this.
“Anyone else?Maybe a friend of hers from before she met you?”
He rubs his temple.“There was her childhood friend, Rebecca.They were inseparable until college.But after that they drifted apart.”
“Rebecca…” I echo the name.“Someone named Becca wrote on the Facebook memorial.Was that her?”
He shakes his head.“I don’t know.”
“Did Lindsay ever mention what Rebecca’s last name was?”
He rakes his fingers though his hair.“She may have.I honestly don’t recall.Fuck, Angie…”
“Are you okay?”I ask.
What a stupid question.Of course he’s not okay.
“I’m just tired.”He runs a hand over his face.His gorgeous eyes are bloodshot, and dark circles have formed under them.“I’m tired of the questions, the uncertainty.I just want to know what happened.”
I grab his hand.“We’ll find out, Jason.I promise.”
He gives a weak nod.“Rebecca… I’ll see if I can find anything about her in Lindsay’s stuff.”
“The old boyfriend too,” I say.“Ronny Burgundy.Weird that both Ronny and Rebecca start with R.Like R.Lyon.”
“There’s that,” he says, his voice weary.“It could be a coincidence, but it’s worth looking into.”
What I don’t mention is the other R I’m concerned about.
Ralph.
Ralph, who told me about Jason being led away.
Ralph, who saw us kissing.
And Ralph…
Was he behind the anonymous email to HR about Jason and me?
Something’s not right here.
ChapterTen
Jason
My hand tremor is more noticeable than ever as I call Louisa the next morning.
