Reggie, how could you do it? What is Katie going to do when she finds out? There will be at least one more chapter today, possibly two. I will be speeding the chapters up a bit, adding some more excitement as the story moves forward. If you are enjoying the story, consider leaving a gem or two in appreciation. Thank you for your support!
[Hunter][Earlier that Morning]“Now do you understand the parameters of what this technology can do,” Katie goes over the directions again. “Usually, I use glasses for this but…” “I need to be able to wear the disguise during combat situations,” I explain as I tilt the container holding the strange little lenses. “This will be a good field test for future covert operations.” Katelyn Rose has always been a practical woman and a good friend. I know she’s just looking out for me when she says, “I still think this is a terrible idea, Hunter. I understand you want to see her again, but if you do this, you could put the whole operation at risk, especially if the lenses fail.” “I’ll be careful,” I smile, trying my best to convince my old friend. I know she’s just being pragmatic, but I need Vanessa more than I need air. Two months is too long to spend apart. “You’ve been developing this tech for years and you said that your lenses are working perfectly.” “These lenses,” she picks up the
[Vanessa]Inhale. Take a few steps forward, open the door, smile. Blink. Remember to blink. Don’t smile, but don’t weep. The cameras are watching after all. Exhale. Low and slow, let the tension roll off of you, leaving your body. Be careful what you say. The cameras are listening too. I repeat this mantra as I walk down the hallway towards the stairs leading to the basement level of the morgue, where the cold room is waiting for me, along with the body of the man we are calling Hunter. I need to check something, I need to make sure I am seeing what I think I am seeing.Since peeling back the layers of deception in my daily life all those months ago and discovering the lies my husband had been feeding me for the entirety of my marriage, I've come to understand that nothing and no one around me is exactly what they seem.From the moment that cover was removed from my eyes and I was forced to see the truth--we are all pretending. Everyday we wake up, go outside, and live life being the
[Vanessa]What lies underneath that sheet is so terrible that my mind protects me from seeing it at first, not letting me make sense of what is right in front of me. But the longer I look, the more the image comes together and I feel the blood drain from my face as I forget how to breathe. The shape and form of the body is so similar it makes my heart ache. "No," I shake my head as I take a step back at the horror in front of me.But the longer I look, the more I can see my beloved. The hair, with its dark, loose waves. His broad chest and shoulders. covered with the tattoos that marked his uniquely difficult life. There is nothing here to tell me it is anyone other than Hunter, and so many clues to say that it is that my legs give way. My fingers slip and I almost fall.Mr. Carter steps forward and takes my arms, supporting me. Ms Smith's face drops, her eyes sad as she reaches forward as well. "Let's get you some air," Ms. Smith reaches forward, and pulls me along with her, Reggie
[Vanessa]The couple separates and turns, and we find ourselves standing face to face with a somewhat humiliated Mr. Carter. Pushing Ms. Smith behind him, he stands bold in front, guarding her. “I’m sorry for the display,” he bows his head in apology. “My behavior was...unprofessional.” “Unprofessional," I repeat, sucking in my breath. It isn't the word I would have used. “Disappointing” or “heartbreaking” feels more appropriate. Reggie's expression is blank as we step forward into the elevator, his eyes darting away from mine as he struggles to face me and I can’t help but wonder how long he’s been holding onto this secret. When did he and Ms. Smith start dating? Is this a new relationship, or has been screwing around on Katie the entire time, and now that she’s out of the way, he feels safe to be open about it. How disgusting. I thought Reggie was a better person than this. A more honorable and loyal companion, not the kind of person who would cast aside the love of his life for a
[Vanessa]“Professor?” I take a step forward, trying one more time to get a definitive answer from him about what he is thinking. “Is there something I should know about before I go?"For as long as I known the professor, his is unfailingly honest. The man doesn't lie, at least not directly, and is honest even when it isn't kind. However, he is an expert at keeping secrets. As I wait for him to answer me, the professor rearranges the papers on his desk, avoiding eye contact along with my question. "You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Archer. Livy will be fine with me. I’ll watch over your niece and respect your wishes not to tell her about where you are going. But she’s a clever girl, she’s going to figure something is up eventually." "I know," I sigh, giving up my line of inquiry. If it was really something important he'd tell me. And if it were something that could affect either my or Livy's safety, he wouldn't keep that from me either.So, I simply nod, agreeing with him. “I kno
[Vanessa] Charley promises to wait outside and I turn to Tracy who rushes to pull me into her arms. “I am so sorry, Addy. Do you want me to come with you?” “Please,” I sniffle onto her shoulder. “Oh God, Tracy, what if…” She’s quiet for a moment, holding me in her arms in a tight hug before answering, “Well, if it is him, at least you’d know.” “The strange thing is,” I laugh, wiping my eyes, “Is until I saw you come in I was certain Hunter was with me. I thought he had been in the ambulance with me too, but I was wrong both times,” I shake my head. “I miss him so much I’m seeing him everywhere.” “Well, you did scare us when you collapsed,” Tracy admits, “And there was a young man with you the entire time, a…rather handsome one I might add,” she grins in that lopsided way that she sometimes gets when discussing a guy she met at the gym or an old boyfriend with a nice backside. “But it wasn’t Mr. Grant. It was that new guy, what’s his name…ah, Jason? Greyson?” “Mason,” I groan,