Chapter 62

It’s like David has frozen.

He is completely still, staring at me, not one inch of him moving except for his chest—and even that is barely perceptible. I struggle to swallow the nausea that has come back up to my throat, feeling like a hard lump of betrayal that won’t go away.

I am still leaning against the door, supporting myself to stand, and I slowly start to push off it. I move as though the man in front of me is a wild animal and I can’t risk spook him by moving too fast.

“David,” I whisper, and he only blinks in response. “I need you to know that I had no idea it was him until yesterday. You need to know that, okay?”

He stays silent. Eerily and unnervingly silent.

I feel nervous and shaky as I take a single step forward. He doesn’t react, so I take another. I figure it will be another five step