An incomplete answer
Emily
I watched Seth walk away, excusing himself. Saying he had to do something real quick. My eyes remained on the door long after he had disappeared behind it.
I hated the way he had looked at me.
Like he knew something.
Like he could see straight through the excuse I'd given him.
I rubbed my forehead and let out a slow breath.
Maybe Tristan had gotten into my head.
That was probably what he wanted.
He had always been good at that.
Making me question things. Making me doubt myself.
I picked up the file the nurse had brought earlier and forced myself to look through it.
I read the first page.
Then the second.
I couldn't remember a single thing.
My mind kept returning to one sentence.
How much did Seth know about you before he agreed to marry you?
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