Chapter 85 Deborah

• “Raymond . . .” I feel like I’m confronting a ghost. “I didn’t know you were in town. I thought you were away at Michigan—”
• And then I realize the truth. Turning, I look accusingly at Leah, who gives me a huge smile in response. “I hope you don’t mind, Catherine,” she says brightly. “I told Raymond I was coming to see you this weekend, and he asked to join me. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that, given everything—” her face reddens a bit, “—so I just mentioned that we’d be here tonight.”
• I blink, my palms beginning to sweat. Leah doesn’t know about the beating Raymond received because of me. That little tidbit is something I disclosed only to the FBI. She’s probably afraid that seeing Raymond might bring back painful memories of my abduction, but she can’t possibly guess at the nauseating swirl of guilt and anxiety I feel right now.