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“I’m not a liar!”

At her words, Greg was off the couch and walking toward her as if to settle her again. But Eliza didn’t want to be settled.

“I’m sick of this, Greg. I’m sick of being mistaken for some victim. I want this to end. I want all of it to end.”

“And it will. Once we find out who was in your house today. Once you get your memory back.”

His tone was gentle and reassuring. She didn’t want gentle and reassuring. She didn’t want a lecture by Dr. Chalmers on how everything was going to be okay when clearly it wasn’t.

She wanted to feel something different. She wanted to be the person controlling her fate. She wanted…

Taking two determined strides toward him she lifted her arms around his neck. “This,” she whispered against his lips. “This is what I want.”