White Lies

But they didn’t. I tried to think quickly and realised David had been thorough. I was the immediate suspect – and I needed a much better alibi than taking a sleeping pill and going to bed. I had no choice but to ring David, play dumb and ask him to lie for me, which I knew he’d be only too happy to do. His methodical planning was terrifying. He didn’t know I’d seen him of course, but what did it matter? I couldn’t tell anyone. It would be my word against his – what chance would I have? We were better stuck together, just as I know he’s always wanted. I never, for one minute believed he would do something like this, however. It makes me physically sick to watch him calling patients into his room with that kindly smile every morning – and yet he saved me. I was able to walk away, my reputation salvaged.

I slipped the mobile into the pond at my in-laws’ house. It’s given me nightmares. I dream that Jonathan is in there, looking back up at me from beneath the murky water.

I am not a bad person.

I really do love my husband and my daughters. Jonathan was just so beautiful.

What more can I say?

And who would believe me anyway?

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