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I turned to the second page to see a full picture of her. It didn't take long before I recognized her.
Fuck.
Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail. The braces on her teeth peeked through her wide smile, and her white coat was a little too fitted for her chubby body.
“Her hair has become shorter— a bob framing the side of her face hindering easy recognition. She now wears glasses. She doesn't wear braces and overall, she lost a good amount of weight. Her real name is...”
“Laura Nova.” I completed.
Philip nodded. “I see you’ve recognized her.”
“She’s my late wife’s best friend,” I breathed, still in shock.
I wouldn't lie; she did an incredible job of changing herself.
As a marine microbiologist, she was always at sea—barely around. I never really got to know her.
Shit.
Now that I knew her true identity, it all started to make sense. She didn't believe her best friend’s death was natural.
“Why would she blackmail you?”
I told Philip about Laura’s request, but I didn't tell him the whole thing yet. I couldn’t.
“Revenge,” I answered.
“If I may ask, sir. What for?”
“She thinks I killed her best friend.”
I noticed the slight expression of shock that crossed his face before he maintained a neutral facade. “Did you?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I did something much worse.”
thirty-six
Evie
My heart raced as I stared at my vomit in the toilet. For the umpteenth time this morning, I was throwing up.
I remained hunched as my breath stilled. This had to be something else. God, it had to be.
My stomach lurched before I felt another urge. Gripping the edge of the toilet seat, I released the contents of my stomach.
God, please.
Being in here felt worse than throwing up, so I flushed and quickly exited.
I didn’t get to the bed or chair before I collapsed on the floor midway.
I’m just sick… I’m just sick.
It was what I’d been chanting since I started spilling my guts, but even I knew that was a lie.
I’d only ever been scared— really scared twice in my life before this.
The first was the day I returned from school to hear about my mother's death. The second was when Stephen almost took me. The third… the third, was today.
