The minute Elizabeth had seen the little house for rent she knew it would be the perfect hideaway. It was close to Father Riley’s church and no one would know Robin was there. With Elizabeth’s name on the lease, she’d be safe from reporters or anyone else searching for her. Elizabeth rang the doorbell, and Robin opened the door seconds later. “I’m so glad to see you,” Robin gushed, truly happy to see her. This girl needed her. “Sorry I’m late,” Elizabeth said. “Got hung up at the office with…” She nearly said “deadlines” and then stopped short. Elizabeth was supposed to be therapist Laura Christer, not Elizabeth Wakefield, newspaper journalist. “…clients.” “I understand.” Robin smiled. “Someone like you just wants to help people.” Right, and lie to everyone she knows. Everything she was saying and doing seemed like a lie these days: lying to Bruce, lying to Robin. Elizabeth hated lying. It would be horrendous if either one found out the truth. “Sorry about the boxes,”
