No One Can Know

by Kate Alice Marshall

It isn’t that she’s afraid of the answers. She’s afraid she already knows them.

Daphne seizing Emma’s hand, and whispering four words. “No one can know.”

It wasn’t time yet, she told herself. There were still things she needed to take care of before Emma could know that she was here.

Emma certainly wasn’t the center of his world. That much had become clear, however well he thought he had covered his tracks.

Worry when it looks perfect, because that means you’ve caught up with your own ambition and judgment. Dissatisfaction is the engine of creativity.

When had she decided that it was better to be miserable than to be alone, she wondered. Or had that always been the price she was paying?

She knew him. She knew his flaws and she knew the worst thing he was capable of.

Daphne is strange in a way that they haven’t quite noticed and will never understand.

here and there were flecks on the trim of far more garish and interesting colors.

Blood stains?

There was a faint scent of bleach in the air.

Definitely a serfial killer

“The thing is, the gun wasn’t the only thing in the carriage house.”

And Hadley hadn’t mentioned getting a call from him.

What if Hadley was in on it and blames Emma for cutting off the source of his extra income?

What if they thought they’d been covering for one another, but it had been someone else all along?