Page 23 of Healed Heart

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Everythingwasmy fault.I was behind the wheel.I’m the one who made sure Julia was secured in her car seat.

Except that she wasn’t.

So yeah, it was my fault.

And my wife?As much as she said she didn’t blame me, her eyes and her actions said differently.

God, my wife.

That handwriting that wasn’t hers.

So much to deal with.

So much.

“I appreciate that,” I say, trying to keep the darkness of the past from seeping into my voice.

But a fresh surge of guilt tightens my chest.

Julia’s car seat…

Lindsay…

“But I don’t think you quite understand,” I continue.“The guilt isn’t just about the accident.It’s about everything that happened afterward.”

Angie looks at me, her eyes wide.She squeezes my hand tighter.

“You can’t change the past,” she says softly.“None of us can.But we can try to make the future better.”

The hope in her voice sparks something in me.A small flame in the darkness.It’s not a lot, but it’s enough.For now at least.

“Switzerland,” I whisper, looking into her eyes.“I want this surgery.I want it so much.But I can’t go.Not now.”

“Why not?”

“The thing with HR.”

She frowns.“What did they say?”

“They said they tried to email the person back, but it bounced.”

“See?”she says.“It’s nothing.They know it’s nothing.”

I sigh.

To be honest, HR knowing that I kissed Angie is the least of my problems.

My wife may have been murdered…and I need to find out who wrote that damned suicide note.

And that…

Thatismy fault.

If I’d had the courage and the balls to read the damned thing when it happened, I’d have known then that the handwriting wasn’t hers.

“But—” Angie starts, her eyebrows furrowed.

I shake my head, stopping her mid-sentence.

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