21Kent County, Great Britain
“You know the problem with that theory is that Valentin Csaszar is dead,” Harper said. A pause. “Because you killed him.”
The words transported Samuel Goldsmith into the past. The attack on his family at a secluded beach in Spain. The angst on Leah’s face as she raced their rental to the nearest trauma centre while he did his best to prevent Harper from bleeding out on the back seat. The nerve-wracking hour pacing outside the ER, the relief when the surgeon reappeared, his scrubs blood-stained, with the news that their child would live. The warmth of Leah’s body, her tears on his neck as they hugged each other. It would be the last time. The incident would unnerve her enough to insist on a separation. Nothing Goldsmith could say would convince her otherwise.
