CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
As Brian gathered his things, I went over to him. “Are you okay?” I asked.
He grinned stiffly. “No. I just found out I killed my wife and nearly murdered a good friend of mine. I feel horrible.”
“You didn’t mean to hurt me, and maybe you didn’t kill your wife either. It’s strange that you would’ve blocked that out.”
“Please, Lauren. Don’t sugar coat this for me. I blocked it out because I didn’t want to remember. What I find strange is that my friend would stick up for me. He was having an affair with Melinda.”
“Maybe he wanted to throw suspicion away from himself by telling the police he saw a man enter your house that night, or maybe he was the one who killed her. We don’t know anything for sure, Brian.”
He shot an angry look at me. “Then what the f**k was the pu
