Page 12 of Healed Heart
The note.
I break away.I can’t let those thoughts intervene when I’m kissing Angie.
“Jason.”Her forehead is wrinkled, her eyes concerned.“What’s wrong?”
I stare at her for a moment, grappling with the words I need to say.Lindsay.Julia.The note.
My wife.
Perhaps she didn’t kill herself?
Or at least… She didn’t write that suicide note.
But then my phone buzzes.
The reminder I set.
I have to go.
Dinner with Barry and Lisa Davis, my former in-laws.Tonight I’ll face the two people who produced my wife, muddle through their mementos to find samples of their daughter’s handwriting.All while trying to keep them from bursting into tears.
“I’m sorry, Angie.”I pull away and reach for my phone.“I need to go.”
Disappointment clouds her beautiful face.“What?Now?”
“Yes,” I reply.“I have dinner plans with some…old friends.”
She frowns.“I didn’t know you had plans.”
“I forgot until just now,” I admit.
Barry and Lisa, of course, aren’t old friends.They’re the last connection I have to Lindsay.
“Oh, okay.”Angie’s voice is small.She swallows hard, and questions burn in her eyes.
But I can’t answer her questions right now.
Not while my world is spinning out of control.
What if Lindsaydidn’ttake her own life?
And if she didn’t?
No way will I find her killer.
It’s been three years.
Three years.
All because I couldn’t bear to read her suicide note.
If I’d read it, I’d have seen then that the writing wasn’t hers.
I reach out a hand to cup Angie’s face.She leans into my touch, her gaze searching mine.
“I promise it’s not about us, Angie,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.“I’ll explain tomorrow, okay?”
She nods, disappointment still etched on her face.I hate to leave her like this, with unanswered questions and a cloud of mystery.But right now I don’t have the strength to explain everything.
