“You couldn’t possibly. You couldn’t…” his voice drifts off as he’s shaking his head.
“I found the autopsy report. I read what was done to her, and…”—my voice breaks, but I push on— “the baby.”
The flash of pure anguish on his face almost has me losing courage, but this is about my life now, not his. “But…look at me, Jack. Look at me! I’m not your wife. I’m not Amy. I don’t need your protection. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time before you came along.”
The quiet settles in around us as I try to figure out what I want to say. How I want to say it. I face him, no longer hiding my tears. “You didn’t have to do this to me, you know? You didn’t have to trick me like this.”
His face crumbles. “God, Franki,” his voice breaks as he reaches for me.
I’ve had enough. I slap his han
