Jake couldn’t believe she was accusing him of lying. “I saw us." “You didn’t see me.” Jake’s stomach began to churn. “I heard a man’s voice,” she said. “Maybe it wasn’t yours." “I know it wasn’t. If you married someone, it wasn’t me. In fact, you told me you’d never been married, never even come close. Was that another lie, Sarah, another secret? Was it?” He jammed his hands into his pockets. “God! When is it going to end? When are we going to hit rock bottom with the truth?" She stared at him with big, wide, confused blue eyes. He’d once thought she’d had the eyes of an angel. Even now he could see a shimmer of tears. Was her pained innocence an act? He’d been a fool before. He couldn’t be a fool again. He couldn’t let her get to him. He couldn’t believe in her. “Maybe I didn’t go through with it. Maybe I ran away." “You probably did run. That’s what you do. I wonder how many other men you’ve left in your wake." Sarah turned away from him, staring back at the photographs on the wall.
