DAVE
“I knew you would come back.”
My hand tightened around the cold metal of the door handle. I hated that she was right. No matter what excuse I gave myself, the truth was that I did come back. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m here because my wife is somehow involved now, and I need to know exactly what happened.”
Beatrix’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She lifted her pen and slowly traced its edge along her lips, careful not to disturb her perfectly applied lipstick. “Your wife is involved in your past?”
I ignored her question. It was foolish, and I wasn’t in the mood for her games. Without another word, I walked over to the bed and lay down, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Are you going to turn on the torch or not?”
She let out a soft, amused chuckle. I heard her chair scrape aga
