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Courtney smiles. “I’ve met chicks like her in my time. My husband’s ex-girlfriend stalked me for weeks when she found out that he was dating someone new.”

“Stalking is pretty creepy,” I say with a nod. “But it’s not on the same level as a woman who takes on a different identity just to insert herself into your life and gain your trust.”

Courtney’s eyes go wide. “Goodness me. Perhaps not.”

“Exactly. Batshit.”

Her face relaxes into a sympathetic smile. “Still, I’m willing to bet you’re stronger than this ‘chick.’”

“How can you say that?”

“I work with sick people all the time. I see people at their most vulnerable. You learn to read them. You learn to observe what they’re trying to conceal.”

“What do you think I’m trying to conceal?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

“Well, in my experience, people don’t really want an honest answer to that question.”

“Hit me anyway.”

She frowns, but then gives a little sigh. “You’re trying to conceal how deeply you care for Mr. Stepanov.”

I wince. But who else can I blame but myself? She warned me that I wouldn’t like her answer. I can’t say I do.

But it’s honest.

“Thanks for talking to me, Courtney.”

She offers me a parting smile and heads for the door. “Get some rest, darling.”

“I’ll do my best.”

But the moment the door shuts behind her, I reach for my phone. I’ve spent the last twelve hours flitting in and out of sleep. And when I do fall deep into unconsciousness, my nightmares find me. I’m not interested in yet another power nap.

What I need is a conversation. With someone who understands me.

“Hello?”

“Chris,” I breathe, thankful to hear his voice.

“Jesus, Jessa!” he says, as though someone has just punched the lights out of him. “Are you okay?”

“Safe and sound,” I say. “Or at least, safe.”

“That’s not comforting at all.”

“It’s been a rough few days,” I admit.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“How about we start with this: where’s Freya?”

“Gone,” I say. “I don’t know where. She disappeared right after she poisoned me.”

“WHAT?!”

Right. There’s a lot Chris doesn’t know. I take a deep breath and dive in.


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