was beginning to forgive, or was it just a word that heâd used out of habit?
âDrive safely,â the nurse said as they bundled Frankie into the front seat of the car.
âYes, maâam,â Clay said.
Moments later, they were pulling away from the hospital. Clay managed a smile and a pat on her leg before he lapsed into silence. Frankie couldnât bring herself to pretend that all was well between them anymore. She should have been elated to be going home, but all she could feel was an overwhelming sense of panic. And there was a certainty within her that wouldnât go away. She might not remember the last two years of her life, but she remembered her love for her man. She would not have left Clay of her own free will. Ever. And yet he believed that she had. That knowledge fed anger. The anger fed hurt.
As Clay stopped at a red light, another reality hit Frankie with a jolt. Accepting that her disappearance had not been of own accord, what reassurance did she have that it would not happen again? All she could think was, God, what a mess.
âClay?â
He answered absently, his gaze focused on the red light as he waited for it to turn green.
âHmm?â
âI donât have a job anymore, do I?â
Clay looked startled. âWhy, no, honey.â Then he added almost apologetically, âItâs been two years.â
She thought of the library, then looked away. âI loved working there.â Her fingers curled into fists as the light turned and Clay accelerated through the intersection. âAs soon as Iâm better, Iâll start looking for another job.â
He frowned. The idea of Frankie being out of his sight was frightening. âThereâs no hurry,â he said quickly.
âBut weâll be needing the money. My salary always paysâ¦I mean paid, the utilities. If I donât work, itâll put us in a bind.â
Clay hesitated, choosing his words carefully so as not to insult her. âNot reallyâat least, not anymore. I bought Dad out a while back. The company is doing good. Thereâs no rush.â
She didnât know what to say. One of their dreams had already been realized and sheâd had no part in its happening. Fear spiked. What else had he done in her absence? Please God, just let him still love me.
A few minutes passed, and the silence inside the car was growing more uncomfortable by the moment. Finally, for lack of anything else to say, Frankie said, âI was wondering about my clothes.â
A muscle jerked in his jaw. âTheyâre in the spare bedroom closet. Mom got them all out the other day and washed them.â
âAll of them?â
He nodded.
âI didnât take anything with me?â
He hesitated, then shook his head.
The tone of Frankieâs voice shifted sarcastically. âAnd you didnât think that was strange?â
He inhaled sharply, angered by the accusation in her question. âDonât go there, Francesca. You donât know what the hell youâre talking about. Two years ago this month, I came home, expecting to see my wife, and instead I found blood in the bathroom and a broken coffee cup and spilled coffee on the kitchen floor. Within an hour, I was the prime suspect in your murder, so donât give me âstrange.â Everything about it was strange.â
In the middle of his answer, Frankie started to shake. She could still hear his voice, but the words were fading. Something flashed across her memory.
Hands upon her mouth.
A sharp prick in the flesh of her upper arm.
Someone whispering her name.
She gasped and put her hands to her head as if trying to hold on to the images, but they disappeared as quickly as they had come. She groaned.
âWhat?â Clay asked.
âI donât know. Something justâ¦â She shook her head. âItâs gone now. I donât know if it was a memory or my imagination.â
Clay refused to
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