34 Megan
It’s two-thirty in the morning and I’ve not even closed my eyes yet. I can’t. Chris fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. In a strange way, that made it worse.
If he’d laid awake for an hour or so, or had shown some sort of sign that he was struggling with his conscience, that would be something. We could talk. I could get him to open up. But he came upstairs, took off his clothes, got into bed and went to sleep. Just like that. As if nothing was the matter. As if that look I saw in his eyes when Lauren asked him about his darkest secret wasn’t even there.
But there was no mistaking it. You don’t know someone for almost your entire life and not spot something like that. It wasn’t even subtle. It was a huge flashing beacon to me. Others might not have noticed it if the
