Page 91 of The Truth in My Lies (Secrets of Suburbi 1)

He nodded. “I think we’ve got him, Addy.”

A knock on the door made me jump.

“It’s alright. It’s just forensics for the boxes.”

I watched silently as men took box after box out of my home. As each box was removed, the unsettling feeling in my stomach got stronger. When the door finally closed, I had eaten far too many pancakes. Since when have I eaten my feelings? I pushed the plate away. The meds must have messed with my appetite. Maybe I was just making up for years of missed meals.

“What about those?” I asked. There were a few more boxes from the basement that they hadn’t taken.

“Those are the ones about you. They aren’t real so they don’t need them.”

“What about fingerprints or something? They could find out who the imposter Dr. Nash is that I’ve been seeing.”

“I have a feeling her fingerprints will be on the old files as well. I can run a few tests of my own, but it’s better that those files stay here. We don’t want to give anyone more of a reason to believe your false insanity title.”

And I thought I couldn’t trust him? He was helping me bury evidence against myself. “Maybe we should burn it.”

He gave me a weird look.

“I have a bunch of kerosene and a blow torch.”

“Addy, you need a permit to set a fire outdoors.”

“Oh. I have a shredder too.” I had been planning on destroying all the files. Thank God I hadn’t.

“Let’s wait to see what forensics comes back with first. Then I’ll know if I need to look for fingerprints.”

“So that’s it? We just…wait?”

“I’m sure they’ll find a pattern. We just have to give it some time.”

Time. I felt like a clock was ticking down in my head. I still felt like I was running out of time.

Chapter 45

It was easy to forget when I was with Ben. Curled up into his side, I felt so calm and happy. I took another sip of wine. “It’s not your turn. It’s mine.”

“You’re taking too long to ask a question.”

“Fine.” I looked up at him. “Where do you want to be five years from now?”

He laughed. “You’re going to steal my question without even answering it first?”

“It wasn’t your turn and it’s a good question.” Besides, I wanted to know. I could picture us together five years from now. Could he?

“I want to be married with a few kids.”

“Hmm.” That’s what I wanted too.

“Hmm? All you have to say is hmm?” His thumb traced circles on my hipbone.

“Well now that I know that you’re actually 32, it’s not very alarming that you want to settle down soon.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So do you see someone in particular filling the role of wife in your mind?”

“It’s not your turn anymore.”

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