Five Years After My Husband
“For how long?” she pressed.
“Until about a year ago,” I answered softly.
Paige looked at me with deep concern.
“Hannah, listen to yourself right now.”
“I know how insane this all sounds,” I said.
“It sounds like you’re desperately trying to protect a man while at the same time investigating whether he betrayed your family,” she said bluntly.
“I’m not trying to protect Austin,” I insisted.
“Then who are you trying to protect?” she asked gently.