"Six months ago," she replied without missing a beat, her gaze darting briefly to the window.
And that was it. The final nail in the coffin of her story.
Winn felt the words settle in his chest, pressing down, squeezing every ounce of air from him. Because six months ago, he'd been lying in a hospital bed and he saw her. He hadn't dreamed that. He wasn't crazy. She'd been there.
Every nerve in his body tightened. "I have one more question, Ivy." Her answer, he knew, would change everything.
"And then I can go back to the site?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Go on then. Ask your question."
He took a breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "Did you love me?"
"What… what does that have to do with anything?" she stammered, her composure slipping.
"Did… you… love… me?" he repeated.
She tried to retreat, stepping back, but the wall met her before she could escape. "It changes nothing right now, Winn."
His jaw flexed. "Did you?"
