Page 81 of Don't Trust Her

“He doesn’t even know you’re in the house.”

“Then he knowsyou’rein here.”

I motion for her to be quiet and press my ear to the door again. Now Peter’s muttering to himself, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.

Jane lifts a brow. Presses her head against the door. Her eyes widen, then she fumbles with the knob.

I grab her hand. “It doesn’t lock! Plus, he’s going to hear you.”

The pacing stopped.

He knows we’re in here.

Jane points to her coat.

Not that it reassures me. She’s just as likely to use the knife on me as she is to use it on him.

The thought of her plunging the blade into him make my blood turn to ice. He’s my husband. Father of my two youngest. He treats Nadia like his own. He’s a good man who saves lives every day.

I need to put a stop to this. To my sister. Can’t let her harm Peter.

This whole thing was a bad idea. I should’ve put a stop to it the moment she approached me. Should have sent her back to where she came from.

But I didn’t, and here we are. The woman is unhinged, and she has a butcher’s knife.

What was I thinking? At least I had the forethought to get the kids out of the house.

A chirping noise sounds. An outside door has opened.

No! That can only mean one thing—one of the teens came back. Peter’s on the other side ofthisdoor. He couldn’t have opened one of the other doors.

I haven’t made a single good decision since I found out about Jane coming to town and impersonating me.

This is all her fault. If she hadn’t come here to ruin my life, none of this would be happening. I must do something to get rid of her. Now.

Peter’s footsteps sound again, then they fade away. He’s going to the door. Hopefully he’ll help Nadia or Dakota find what she needs and send her back to her sleepover.

Jane whips out her knife.

“Put that away!”

“He could come back at any moment!” She holds the blade closer to herself.

“One of the girls is here. Put it back or give it to me.”

“I’m not letting go of this.”

Clearly, she doesn’t trust me any more than I trust her. That would make me feel better if she cared at all about the lives of me or my family. She only cares about herself.

I need to tread carefully.

“Put it away, Jane.”

We stare each other down, but she does finally stick it back into her jacket.

“Promise you won’t use that on any of the kids.”

“What kind of a monster do you think I am?”

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