This time, she wasn’t speaking to Marcus.
She was speaking directly to me.
“Emily, please.”
Her voice was trembling.
“I know what Liam left you.”
My hand froze.
She knew.
I slowly turned around.
Marcus was standing behind me.
His face had gone completely pale.
Sarah continued from the hallway.
“Emily, you need to listen to me before Marcus tells you his version of what happened.”
Marcus stepped toward the door.
“Don’t believe her.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
He stared at me for several seconds.
Then he said something that made my entire body go numb.
“Because Sarah was the last person to see your husband alive.”
I couldn’t move.
I remembered the funeral.
Sarah holding my hand.
Sarah crying beside me.
Sarah telling everyone that Liam had left her house around nine that night.
She had told me that herself.
But the photograph in my hand was dated October 14.
The day before Liam died.
I looked at the photograph again.
Then at the door.
“Sarah,” I whispered.
There was silence.
Then she answered.
“Yes?”
I swallowed.
“You told me you hadn’t seen Liam that night.”
Another silence.
Longer this time.
Finally, Sarah said:
“I lied.”
My heart sank.
