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question. “Do you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
They spent the rest of the drive lost in their own thoughts. Paul was beginning to get frustrated. There were three dead women and little to no evidence to lead them to the killer. He knew that sooner or later whomever it was would slip up and leave something behind that would tie them to the crimes—they always did. Paul only hoped more women didn’t have to die before that happened.
Megan spent her day playing with Chloe and getting some general housework done. When she’d first moved in, Paul was reluctant to let her do much of anything around the house. He was fiercely independent, and for whatever reason, he felt it wasn’t Megan’s responsibility to do anything beyond taking care of Chloe.
Chloe was much like her father. She liked to sit in the corner and read her picture books or play on her LeapPad. It left Megan twiddling her thumbs with nothing to do. When she’d explained this to Paul one night, he admitted that it might be helpful if she could do some minor house cleaning in her downtime. He still did his own laundry, but she took care of her own and Chloe’s, along with vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning all but the master suite. That was Paul’s space, and she got the impression very early on that it was off-limits. It was even rare for Chloe to go in there.
Even with the added chores, it didn’t always keep her busy during the hours Paul was at work. That’s why she’d decided to go back to school. Two days a week, she would log on to the school’s website, and download her assignments. Eventually, if she decided to pursue an arts degree, she’d have to take some classes on campus as well, but by then Chloe would be in school.
There were a lot of things Megan was starting to regret about the last five years of her life. Growing up, her sister, Rebecca, had constantly been on her case about school. When Rebecca left for college, she had called Megan every day to make sure she stayed on top of her classes and wasn’t slacking off.
Back then, Megan hadn’t appreciated what her sister did. In fact, she’d resented her for it most of the time, and had only done what Rebecca asked because she hadn’t wanted to deal with the fallout. As soon as Megan graduated, though, she knew she had to get away. Unlike her sister, Megan had no interest in continuing her education, which is why as soon as she graduated, she took off with the first guy who offered.
For five years, she bounced from guy to guy, hoping that one of them would love her, but they never did. Not for long, anyway. No matter how sweet they were in the beginning, they always showed their true colors eventually.
When she caught her last boyfriend in his friend’s garage snorting cocaine, she’d had enough. After growing up with her parents, and her dad’s drug problem, she refused to be in a relationship with someone who did illegal drugs. Megan could party with the best of them, but even she had her limits.
Moving in with Paul and Chloe had changed Megan’s life. It was a fresh start—one she desperately needed. She moved into the guest bedroom, stopped partying, and concentrated on herself for a while.
Megan closed the window on her computer screen, and went to check on Chloe. She found her exactly where she’d left her over an hour before—sitting on her neon pink beanbag in the corner of her room, reading. “Chloe?”
The little girl reluctantly looked up from her book.
“Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.”
She appeared to consider the question for a moment. “Can I have app-ules? And teese?”
They walked . . . well, Megan walked and Chloe hopped, down the stairs to the kitchen.
Before Megan handed the food over to Chloe, she worked with the little girl on her pronunciation. Apples were easy once Megan sounded it out for her slowly. Cheese was a little more difficult.
“T-eese.”
“No. Listen to the first part
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
They spent the rest of the drive lost in their own thoughts. Paul was beginning to get frustrated. There were three dead women and little to no evidence to lead them to the killer. He knew that sooner or later whomever it was would slip up and leave something behind that would tie them to the crimes—they always did. Paul only hoped more women didn’t have to die before that happened.
Megan spent her day playing with Chloe and getting some general housework done. When she’d first moved in, Paul was reluctant to let her do much of anything around the house. He was fiercely independent, and for whatever reason, he felt it wasn’t Megan’s responsibility to do anything beyond taking care of Chloe.
Chloe was much like her father. She liked to sit in the corner and read her picture books or play on her LeapPad. It left Megan twiddling her thumbs with nothing to do. When she’d explained this to Paul one night, he admitted that it might be helpful if she could do some minor house cleaning in her downtime. He still did his own laundry, but she took care of her own and Chloe’s, along with vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning all but the master suite. That was Paul’s space, and she got the impression very early on that it was off-limits. It was even rare for Chloe to go in there.
Even with the added chores, it didn’t always keep her busy during the hours Paul was at work. That’s why she’d decided to go back to school. Two days a week, she would log on to the school’s website, and download her assignments. Eventually, if she decided to pursue an arts degree, she’d have to take some classes on campus as well, but by then Chloe would be in school.
There were a lot of things Megan was starting to regret about the last five years of her life. Growing up, her sister, Rebecca, had constantly been on her case about school. When Rebecca left for college, she had called Megan every day to make sure she stayed on top of her classes and wasn’t slacking off.
Back then, Megan hadn’t appreciated what her sister did. In fact, she’d resented her for it most of the time, and had only done what Rebecca asked because she hadn’t wanted to deal with the fallout. As soon as Megan graduated, though, she knew she had to get away. Unlike her sister, Megan had no interest in continuing her education, which is why as soon as she graduated, she took off with the first guy who offered.
For five years, she bounced from guy to guy, hoping that one of them would love her, but they never did. Not for long, anyway. No matter how sweet they were in the beginning, they always showed their true colors eventually.
When she caught her last boyfriend in his friend’s garage snorting cocaine, she’d had enough. After growing up with her parents, and her dad’s drug problem, she refused to be in a relationship with someone who did illegal drugs. Megan could party with the best of them, but even she had her limits.
Moving in with Paul and Chloe had changed Megan’s life. It was a fresh start—one she desperately needed. She moved into the guest bedroom, stopped partying, and concentrated on herself for a while.
Megan closed the window on her computer screen, and went to check on Chloe. She found her exactly where she’d left her over an hour before—sitting on her neon pink beanbag in the corner of her room, reading. “Chloe?”
The little girl reluctantly looked up from her book.
“Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.”
She appeared to consider the question for a moment. “Can I have app-ules? And teese?”
They walked . . . well, Megan walked and Chloe hopped, down the stairs to the kitchen.
Before Megan handed the food over to Chloe, she worked with the little girl on her pronunciation. Apples were easy once Megan sounded it out for her slowly. Cheese was a little more difficult.
“T-eese.”
“No. Listen to the first part
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