Page 84 of Over Her Dead Body

“You don’t know that.”

His hand remains where it is. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“What exactly do you think happened?”

“I think you left Margot to handle Bauer and followed a stranger across the Atlantic because he looks like Reid.”

“He doesn’t just look like him.”

Owen goes still. “What does that mean?”

I turn back to the suitcase.

“Emma.”

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

He waits.

“I know my own husband.”

“Your husband is dead.”

I say nothing.

“On the phone, you asked whether I thought you were losing your mind.”

“You said I needed sleep.”

“That was before you told me Hale doesn’t just look like Reid—that you think Hale is Reid.”

I hold his gaze. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Emma, no one is going to believe that. Reid wasn’t Jesus.”

I pull at the suitcase. Owen does not move his hand.

“You didn’t even know him. And you don’t get to come into my bedroom and interrogate me.”

“I’m doing you a favor, Emma.”

“I told you I could book a car.”

His hand leaves the suitcase. “You knew I wouldn’t just drive you to the airport and wave.”

“That sounds like a failure of self-control on your part.”

Owen’s phone vibrates. He pulls it from his pocket, and Sarah’s name flashes across the screen. He silences it and puts it away.

“I don’t need your advice, Owen. You brought a sandwich. Let’s not make this more intimate than it is.”

He glances at the bag on the dresser. “Too late. I remembered the peppers.”

He stares at me. “I thought we could maybe⁠—”

I know what he means. I have known since he mentioned Sarah, and I have been hoping he would let me pretend otherwise.