My Fiancé’s Mother Never Had Children. So Who Is He?

I paused when I saw my fiancé’s message.

There was nothing strange about it.

He often told me he missed me and asked me to spend the night with him.

But what my best friend just said left me uneasy.

I didn’t reply to Barry yet.

Instead, I asked her, "Did you notice something else about him?"

Megan Lewis hesitated.

"Not exactly. But if there’s nothing wrong with his family, why hide the truth from you?"

I looked at the medical report and frowned.

"Maybe I should just ask him."

"No!"

Megan stopped me at once. "If you ask, he’ll know we’ve been looking into him."

"So what if he does?" I asked.

Before she could answer, I sighed.

"Megan, Barry and I are getting married tomorrow. If he’s hiding something, I can ask him about it."

"This isn’t a criminal case. Don’t let your work make you suspicious of everything."

Then I sent Barry Chase a message while Megan watched.

[Barry, I need to ask you something. Whose son are you?]

He replied immediately.

[My parents’ son, of course. Why do you ask?]

I typed back: [Are they your birth parents?]

This time, he didn’t answer.

Three minutes later, Barry sent a message.

[Molly, there’s something I’ve kept from you.]

[My dad can’t father children. To keep people from finding out, my mom has always said they chose not to have kids.]

[They aren’t my birth parents.]

[My biological father was my dad’s cousin. My birth parents died in a car accident soon after I was born, so my parents took me in.]

[It’s a sensitive matter for my family. I planned to tell you after we got married. I’m sorry I hid it from you.]

His explanation seemed perfectly reasonable.

I showed Megan my phone.

She frowned. "What if he’s lying?"

I sighed. "Megan, life isn’t a crime show. I know you’re worried about me, but we’ve been together for years. If something were wrong with him, you would have noticed by now."

"Are you worried his family will mistreat me after the wedding?"

"Don’t be. I won’t let anyone push me around."

I tried to reassure her, but she kept shaking her head.

"No, Molly. Something really is wrong with him."

She looked so distressed that I spoke quickly.

"Megan, take a breath. If you think there’s a problem, we need to figure out what it is."

"Once we know, we can decide what to do."

"No!"

Megan’s voice rose. "We can’t wait! Something about him reminds me of the killers I studied just before they committed their crimes."

I froze.

Since Megan began studying criminal psychology, she had helped the police solve countless cases.

She was never wrong about a suspect.

I often told her how good she was at her work.

And now she suspected the man I was about to marry was a murderer.