BOOK 3: Chapter 41: Painted Lies
The moment he finishes speaking, she swallows hard. Her throat is dry. Her chest rises and falls in rapid, shallow breaths. She closes her eyes and inhales slowly, deeply, exhaling just as carefully, trying to quiet the jackhammer in her chest. Her heart is pounding like it's trying to escape her body.
Think, Amanda. Think.
She tries to steady herself. To shut down the panic. To string together something clever. Something believable. Something that will get her out of this with at least a scrap of dignity and a marriage still intact. Her brain scrambles for a smart excuse, something convincing enough to pacify Greg’s rage.
But there’s no way—absolutely no possible way—she can tell him the truth.
That the mark on her neck was pressed there by his son. T
