“May I ask you a question, Carol?”
She lifted her gaze and nodded hesitantly.
“Did you sleep with Shane the night Mike died?”
The answer was plain in her eyes, though she did not speak to either confirm or deny. Tears welled, making her green irises contrast more sharply against the red of her lids.
“You said you loved me, but how can I believe that now? How can I trust anything you say?”
The tears spilled over as she met his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Luke. For everything I’ve done to you and for everything I did to Mike. I don’t deserve either of you.” She tried unsuccessfully to choke back the sobs. “I’ll never be able to tell him that. I don’t understand it at all…. Why did he kill himself?”
“I don’t think he did,” Luke said matter-of-factly.
“What, you’re saying someone killed him? H
