Conflicted

Chris looked at me, concern etched on his face. “Linda, you can tell us. We’re here to help you,” He said gently, his hand reaching out to grasp mine.

I glanced at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and fear. If I told them the truth, everything would change. But if I lied, I would have to live with the guilt and the constant fear of being discovered.

I think the latter would have to do. Because there was no way that I was going to confess in front of the police. Imagine what Fallon would do to me.

“I…I left because I needed some time alone,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to worry anyone.”

“Seriously?” Chris obviously was not buying it. “You were running and jumped into a car! Or van, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, that does not make too much sense,” Jen added, folding her arms on her chest. “But if that is what you’re going with, then sure thing.” She flashed me a smile.

My husband forced a smile and nodded before saying, “Thank you, Officer Jen.