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Do rats bite humans? There was a time when I would’ve googled this information, but I can’t do that anymore. I don’t have access to the internet. So I just have to lie here in bed and wonder if the giant rat is going to bite me.
“I love you, Talia.” His brows knit together. “You’re the most important person in the world to me, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. I will always be faithful to you.” “You swear?” “On my life.” He takes another step closer to me. “And you know it’s true, because if I ever did cheat on you, you’d probably kill me.”
So the fact is, I never actually saw Noel’s body and confirmed that it was him. The police told me they used DNA to positively identify his scorched remains, but all I have to go on is what they told me. What if the DNA evidence was wrong? What if it wasn’t Noel who burned to death in that house?
Noel has lost his sense of smell, but I haven’t, and I am very aware that he reeks of another woman’s perfume.
If I came into my kitchen and smelled gas the way I do now, I would know not to use the oven and possibly to call the fire department. Noel wouldn’t know, though.
“I didn’t do it.” My voice slurs on the words. “I didn’t kill my husband. I’m innocent.” Albert is quiet for a moment, his fingers frozen on the syringe that will paralyze my muscles. He exchanges looks with Rhea and then lets out a deep sigh. “Yes,” he says, “we know.”
“The alarm stopped,” I say. And strangely enough, my throat feels better too. It’s like a terrible weight has been pressing on my chest, and now I have finally been . . . released. And I feel lighter—happier—all of a sudden.
