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He’s exactly how I left him. Splayed out across the twin bed. Ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts. Towel stuffed into his mouth to form a makeshift gag.
Wat
Katherine mentioned her husband several times, but—for now at least—she’s not wearing a wedding ring.
It smells like every other glass of wine I’ve had. Nothing special.
“At night, you can’t see your reflection on the water. Centuries ago, before people knew any better, it was a common belief that reflective surfaces could trap the souls of the dead.”
“The tribes that lived in this area long before any European settlers arrived—”
“—believed that those trapped souls could overtake the souls of the living—”
—and that if you saw your own reflection in this very lake after someone had recently died in it—”
—it meant you were allowing yourself to be possessed.”
And in this case, the truth is that Tom needs me too much to agree to a divorce. He’d kill me before letting me leave.”
Ok....
She texted me this morning, but I have no idea how she got my number.
Tom Royce has a secret. And I think Katherine just discovered what it is.
“I don’t need you to be sorry,” she says. “I need you to get better.”
A plastic tarp folded into a tidy rectangle. A coil of rope. And a hacksaw with teeth so sharp they glint in the light of the dining room.
At the kitchen counter, Boone’s phone begins to ring.
Wtf
“I don’t understand. What’s wrong with your wife?” “That is not my wife.” “It sure as hell looks like Katherine.” “It looks like her,” Tom says. “But it’s not.”
“You know who I am.” Her voice has deepened slightly, changing into one that’s chillingly familiar. “It’s me—Len.”
Wtf
