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Busted.
The guilt I feel is soon replaced with anger.
“Well, luckily I noticed you removing my phone from the car before we left. You lied to me about that and you’ve been actingstrange for weeks. Is there anything else you’ve been lying to me about? Is Bob really missing?”
“Don’t do that. You know I love Bob.”
“I thought you loved me.”
The idea that Amelia had something to do with Bob’s disappearance is unthinkable, but after her crazy behavior recently, I don’t know what to think.
“All I wanted was a nice weekend away. Just the two of us, for once. Not me, you, and your bloody work. The writing, the books, the screenplays… that’sallyou ever seem to care about these days. That’s why I took your phone out of the car, because you spend so many hours looking at it all the time you makemefeel invisible.”
She starts to cry then—always her Get Out of Jail Free card—and I can’t stay angry with her. It isn’t as thoughI’vebeen honest about everything.
“Do you have a signal on your phone, maybe we could call someone?” she asks. I’m on a different network from her, so it’s a sensible question.
“No. I already checked.”
Her body language suggests she’s relieved, but that doesn’t make sense. I must be reading her wrong. I hate who we’ve become, but I’m not to blame for all of it. Trust can’t be borrowed; if you take it away, you can’t give it back.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
I say the words so quietly I’m surprised she hears them.
Amelia steps away from me. “What?”
“Last night… I didn’t come downstairs to get a glass of water. I saw… something down here, before we went to bed. I didn’t want to scare you, so I waited until you were asleep, then came back downstairs to try and make sense of it. You were already so upset after the crypt incident; I didn’t want to make matters worse—”
“Can you please get to the point.”
“I would if you’d let me.”
“What did you find?”
“This,” I say, opening one of the kitchen drawers. It is crammed full of old newspaper articles about October O’Brien. “She’s the actress who—”
“I know who she is, Adam. It’s not something I’m likely to forget,” Amelia snaps, pulling the neatly cut press clippings out one by one, and laying them on the kitchen table. “I don’t understand. Why wouldthesebehere—”
“And I found this down in the crypt just now. I thought about hiding that from you too—I know how much this weekend meant to you—but I also know you don’t like secrets.”
I show her the pamphlet.
“What is it?”
“I think you should just read it for yourself. I don’t think we’re really welcome here.”
“But then why offer a free weekend as a raffle prize?Theyinvited us.”
“Whodid?”
Amelia doesn’t answer because she doesn’t know.
She picks up the flimsy piece of white paper covered in typed words, then lingers on the front page as if scared to open it. I watch in silence while she reads.
The History of Blackwater Chapel
A chapel has stood on this site, next to Blackwater Loch, since at least the mid-ninth century. When the current ownerpurchased the property and surrounding land, it had already been abandoned for several years. With a great deal of love and hard work, they decided to transform this derelict building into a beautiful home.
