Never Lie

by Freida McFadden

I notice immediately that he isn’t wearing the dress shirt and slacks that he had on when we left the apartment. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans bunched up at the ankles and a Yankees T-shirt. “Where did those clothes come from?” I ask. “Oh.” Ethan tugs at the collar of the Yankee shirt. “I found them in one of the drawers in the bedroom. I hung up my shirt and pants, and I’ll put them back on in the morning.”

Thats fucking weird

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.” “Fine. I’ll leave. Now that I know what you’re really like, I wouldn’t keep coming to you if you begged me. And I bet anything, someday you will beg me.”

Also, there was something creepy about his voice. I can’t put my finger on it. Something creepy and also familiar. It hits me now that he mentioned in the beginning of the tape that he had brought her a bottle of wine. A bottle of cabernet sauvignon from South Africa. When Ethan brought out the wine, he mentioned it was from South Africa.

It had to have been the same bottle. She must’ve never opened the bottle and stashed it away somewhere. I wonder where Ethan even found the bottle. He never told me.

The painting of Dr. Adrienne Hale. The one that Ethan took down and placed facing away from us. It’s back on the wall. And Dr. Hale’s green eyes are boring into me.

Once again why does he know where things are? And why is he so comfy here?