No…I had flat out lied to her. I didn’t tell her about my phone call with Blake, nor did I share the information he gave me. I had martyred Tom like he was some kind of damn saint! Even worse I made up that cockamamie story about electricity and old houses; that it was just a blown fuse. Someone had definitely pulled the main fuse, but since no one was here and nothing else had been tampered with, I was convinced it was nothing more than a ploy to scare me. It had worked. Heather drifted off to sleep, having believed my lies. I felt horrible, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth. I was trying to protect her and even though my actions were manipulative, they were also necessary. I was positive she’d run and I didn’t want to take the chance of her being out of my sight. It was too dangerous until things got cleared up. I laid awake, my eyes roaming the shadows and my ears perking at every sound.
