“If you didn’t do it, Jack, who did?”
Chapter 4
02:47 Romeo. Olivia Killinger’s apartment.
Manhattan. Wednesday, October 8.
He held her eyes for a long beat, the weight of the years and secrets stretching, hanging silent between them.
“I never wanted to go to that beach party,” he said quietly. “They weren’t my kind of people.”
“Then why did you come?” She could feel herself being drawn down into the dark waters of her subconscious. And she could feel something swimming there, circling like a snake, something she couldn’t quite grasp in the murk.
“I went for your sake. They were your friends, Olivia, and I loved you. I wasn’t going to ask you to turn your back on the people you grew up with.”
“If you loved me so much, Jack, why did you cheat on me?”
Something hard glittered in his eyes, but his voice remained level. “Let’s stick to the facts, shall we. You were drunk that night, remember?”
That was part of her guilt, that she hadn’t been fully aware of what had happened. That she couldn’t recall little details, clues that might lie beyond the reach of her memory.
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