24 Megan
I held Chris for almost half an hour. I’ve never seen a grown man cry himself to sleep, never mind in broad daylight. I don’t imagine he’s been getting much sleep at night these past few days, even though he’d never say so himself.
All that was going through my mind as I held him was how could I possibly have thought he was a killer? I know this man like nobody else, and I could see how he’d responded to the news of Kai’s death. That’s not the sort of act someone can just put on. Is it?
Chris finds it difficult enough not to tell me what he’s got me for my birthday. I can’t imagine for one moment he’d be able to keep a secret as huge as this. But knowing all that still doesn’t stop the gnawing, bugging feeling in my gut. The voice that shouts out loud Something isn’t right.
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