THE BILLIONAIRE'S HOUSEWIFE

WHITMO

of the penthouse office gave the illusion of privacy, but nothing about Dom

lled," I said, folding my arm

d a black marble desk, a sleek laptop open in front of

in this building." He stated

age you were just revi

e sure you settl

n of hospitality?"

eeping you alive." I stared at him, unsure if

ptop aside. "Hav

when I'm about to be interrogated

n interrogati

for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then

understand what I was looking at. Three to remember where and w

that?" I asked, my

meone sent it. No na

lled it into a fist. "That p

ame." That isn'

t was this person up to and h

the

es. "His nam

rther to confirm i

to silence. I dropped into the chair across from

thing." I was grief took over me. If

could feel the sy

es

asked further, was I br

. "No." I said

was tricky as only I know he was murdere

he was. Like none of this surprised him. Like he'd alread

at happened

too tight, like the words

He wasn't LDS. He had a motorcycle and bad tattoos

d again. I'm not to blame. I w

eel seen. He saw me."

ents. And also lied to my bishop. We talked about running

yes now teary. I used the back of my palm t

old my father. I thought if I confessed, he'd un

. Instead, he did what he a

lifted just sligh

Five years older than me. He was alr

you." He f

ded "

m." He asked again,

t even k

me from thinking about Jacob nor speaking. This is the

with the tissue. "He was found three

s low. "And what d

never touched drugs. He hated

." He farther asked. His

as eliminated

?" he as

pt away from phones, books and anything secular. I didn't speak to anyone

rward. "And you n

lt. That I tempted him, corrupted hi

ieved them?" He asked again,

en. Alone. An

ve them now." Starin

ter." My ignorance

ere's a man in Nevada. He runs offshore accounts. Has links

confused, why wou

e you out of this job." He sta

now if a

r near me than you e

at's not exact

t to be." He so

ance against the weight of the past

your independence. And you tell me

n know what

rt figuri

oke again. "I've had people come after me before. But this is personal. They se

myself. Yes, I'm scared but if I do

oo

u want me to do tomorrow?" tha

dar. Get familiar with my contacts. I need

that." I s

't dou

sked, he acted concerned ea

ession unreadable. "We f

cony of my temporary suite, staring out at

ht through the skin and into the memories. M

nic. Stop digging, It read. Beneath it sat an attachment. It was a photo. This time it wasn't me. It was of my oldest