Dean was sure that he had heard her wrong. “He what?”
“He shot himself in the head.”
Dean stared at her. “Oh, baby… I’m so sorry.”
“He called me right before he did it. He begged me to come over to talk, and even though he’d done that for weeks and I kept saying no, I finally agreed. I had no intention of going back to him, but I thought one final conversation might help him.” She set down her cup of tea as her hands trembled. “He was dead by the time I got there. He must have hung up the phone with me and pulled the trigger almost right away. He was still warm when I arrived at his place.”
“He wanted you to be the one to find him,” Dean said slowly. “He made sure of it.”
“Yes. He wanted to punish me.”
Dean closed his eyes, not wanting to imagine what she had walked in on. He had see
