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She touches my arm, but I shrink away from her caress.As much as I yearn for her, I’m fucked up at the moment.I was a coward who couldn’t bear to look at his dead wife’s suicide note.

“Jason, it will all be okay.”

How I want to believe her words.

Maybe she’s right.Maybe it will all be okay.But not until I find out the truth.And that means no surgery, no Switzerland.At least not yet.

“I have to know the truth,” I say.“I have to find out what happened to my wife.”

Angie cocks her head.“Does this have anything to do with R.Lyon?”

ChapterNine

Angie

Jason’s forehead wrinkles.He has no idea what I’m talking about.

“R.Lyon?”Jason echoes, his brow furrowed.

“Yes.”I swallow hard against the lump in my throat.“That’s the name of someone who posted on Lindsay’s memorial page about a year ago.He said something really strange.”

Color drains from Jason’s face, and he leans back against the headboard.His eyes are glassy.“I haven’t looked at that page in years.Too much pain.”He swallows.“What did he say, Angie?”

I take a deep breath.“The post saidYou’ll always be my only love.And then there was a broken heart emoji.”

A storm rages in Jason’s eyes.He’s confused…and angry.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” he finally says, shaking his head.“Lindsay was my wife.She was my only love, and I was hers.Not someone else.Certainly not someone named R.Lyon.”

I have to ask him something, and I don’t want to.Surely it’s already occurred to him anyway.

“Jason,” I begin slowly, “is there any chance that Lindsay might have been having an affair?”

Jason’s face hardens, his eyes turning icy cold.“No.”His voice is clipped.“Lindsay loved me.She wasn’t the type to do anything like that.She’d talk to me first, try to work out whatever was bothering her.”

“But she—” I stop abruptly.

Now is not the time to remind him that she didn’t talk to him about taking her own life.

Which begs the question… Maybe Jason is right.Maybe Lindsay didn’t commit suicide.

But if that’s the case…then how did she die?

What possible motive could anyone have for murdering an innocent woman?A woman who’d just suffered the most devastating loss imaginable?

“Then who is R.Lyon?”I ask.

“I don’t know.”He rubs his eyes.“Lindsay and I met the first week of college.She didn’t have any other…”

“No other boyfriends?”

“Just one in high school.They were serious, I guess, until he went a little nuts on her.”

“A little nuts?”

He grips the back of his neck.“Yeah, he started stalking her.Sending her notes all the time.She had to change her number and even got a restraining order.She came here to school because it was far away from her home in Elizabeth, New Jersey.She was the youngest of her siblings, so Barry and Lisa, her parents, moved here too.Sold the house where they’d raised their kids to keep Lindsay safe from the guy.”

“Do you know his name?”