Damian
“Someone I know? Who?” I demanded, my curiosity piqued.
“It’s... your Selina. Your wife.”
“What? Selina?”
I never expected her to utter Selina’s name.
“Yes, Selina. She’s the one Jennifer suspects.”
“But... regarding Derek. How could Selina possibly know that Derek had any connection with Jennifer? It doesn’t make sense, does it? Selina doesn’t even know who Derek is,” I said. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to trust Jennifer—I did. It’s just that this whole scenario seemed ludicrous.
“What did Jennifer tell you? I want to know. This is a puzzle that needs solving,” Mr. Harrington said, his tone steady.
“It’s not much. But as I mentioned, whenever something bad happens, Jennifer always catches a glimpse of Selina. That pattern never changes. She’s always there.”
My hands clenc
