Chapter 29
The next morning Anna woke up with the feeling that something awful had happened. She sat up and was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, when the memories came rushing back.
I killed a man.
“Peter?” she yelped in a high-pitched voice.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He entered the room with a towel slung around his hips, his full chest hair still damp from the shower he’d just exited. But Anna had no eyes for the perfect body of the man she loved so much.
“I need…we need…what will…” The words tumbled out in the same mishmash as the thoughts whirling in her head.
“Shush.” He placed a kiss on her lips, and his presence slowed down the train of her thoughts. “This is what I want you to do. First, you stop by your apartment and freshen up before reporting to work.”
“Work? How can I
