CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
MELINDA
Something had changed with Kieran after my parents left. He watched me differently now, his eyes tracking my movements around the house with an intensity that made my skin prickle. But not in a bad way exactly, just more focused, and more deliberate, like he was studying me.
We were having breakfast three days after the meeting when he asked his first question.
"Tell me about your childhood. I realized I don't know much about how you grew up."
I paused with my coffee cup halfway to my lips. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything. Your schools, your friends, what you liked to do." He set down his newspaper, giving me his full attention. "I want to know the woman I married."
The woman he thought he married. I forced a smile, reaching for Belinda's memories
