“You stay, she’ll see it.”
He looked toward the house one last time.
Then his expression changed.
Not hardened exactly.
Closed.
The face I had seen in our bedroom.
The face that would not meet my eyes.
I realized with a sick lurch that he had practiced it here after using it on me, or perhaps had to rebuild it before driving away.
He reached forward as if to turn off the camera.
Stopped.
His hand lowered.
“There’s something else.”
Present-day Wade shifted sharply near the door.
I looked at him.
He had gone pale.
Onscreen, Randall stared down at his lap.
“Leaving her wasn’t the worst thing I did tonight.”
Wade whispered, “Randall.”
It was unclear whether he meant the man on the screen or the dead friend inside his memory.
Randall lifted his face toward the camera.
His eyes were red.
“Wade knows what I made him promise if she tried to find me.”
Part 4 - The Promise
