“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t you?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Your mother died with you right here in the house, in the very next bedroom. You think I don’t know you had something to do with it?”
My face burned. He had come just a little too close to hitting the nail on the head. “Take that back.”
“I won’t take it back. It’s the truth.”
I imagined him calling the police. Telling them what he knew. I imagined handcuffs being locked around my wrists.
I gritted my teeth. “Take. It. Back.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “I think you ought to leave. I won’t call the cops on you, but I want you out of here. For good. I don’t want to see you again.”
The rage I felt in my body was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. Worse than when I took out Bryan McCormick’s eye. I felt like I had no control over my own fists. I reached out and shoved my dad as hard as I could.
Under other circumstances, he would’ve fallen and maybe bruised a hip. But my father was standing at the edge of the staircase. My shove threw him off balance. His arms flailed for a moment, then down he went.
When he hit the bottom of the staircase, I heard a sickening thump.
I raced down the flight of stairs. My father was lying at the bottom, facedown, his head at an odd angle. I watched as a puddle of blood slowly grew beneath him. I stood there for a moment, staring at his body.
My thoughts were racing. If I called the police, what were the chances they would believe it was an accident? Especially when my mother died here only two years earlier.
On the other hand, nobody knew I was here. My car had only been parked outside for a couple of hours, and it was dark out. If I drove away, would anyone question my story? After all, old people fall down the stairs sometimes. Accidents happen.
I took one last look at my father. I had been so angry at him a minute ago, but now I was numb. Yes, he had done something awful. But he paid the price.
I left on the light as I slipped out the front door and locked it behind me.
Chapter 36
CLAIRE
It hasn’t been this good in a long time. Not since we’ve been married. Not with Jack. Maybe not ever. Something about almost dying results in really fantastic sex.
After it’s over, we lie next to each other in bed, my sweaty body draped over his. I feel his hand brush a strand of hair from my face.
“I love you so much, Claire,” he says.
“I love you too.” A week ago, I thought there was no chance I would’ve ever said those words to him again. But now I mean it. I love him. “So much.”
He squeezes me tighter. “I know things have been rough between us lately, and I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t entirely your fault…”
“Regardless.” He squeezes me again and plants a kiss on my head. “I want to get back to the way we were.”
“Me too.”
This is what I’ve been wanting to hear from him. We’ve been staying together for the kids, but I hated that. I wanted to be happy with him again.
Except it can’t go back to the way it was. Not really. I did something terrible to him. I cheated on him with his best friend. How can we move forward with that skeleton in the closet? The guilt will eat me alive.
But if I tell him, he may never forgive me.
I don’t know what to do. But I feel like we can’t move forward with a lie between us.
“Noah.” I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows bunch together. “What is it?”
“It’s… something pretty bad…”
“Claire, you’re freaking me out…” He pulls away to look at me. “What is it?”
It occurs to me that maybe I should have waited until we got home to tell him this. But it’s too late now.
“The thing is…” I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Hard. “For the last few months, Jack and I have… well, we…”
“Oh.” Noah lets out a sigh. “I know.”
“What?” I sit up in bed, clutching the blankets to my chest. “You know that Jack and I—”
He raises his hand. “You don’t have to say it. Yes, I know.”
“But… for how long?”
“For a while. You weren’t exactly subtle.”
I stare at him, trying to read the expression on his face. Lindsay and Jack both tried to convince me that he knew, but I didn’t believe it. They were right.