Then she revealed a secret that changed everything.
PART 1
My best friend of thirty-seven years suddenly asked me to take one last photograph together during our beach vacation.
When I laughed and asked why she called it our “last,” her expression changed.
“Because tomorrow, you’re going to discover who I really am,” she whispered.
“And after that, you may never want to speak to me again.”
I stared at her, stunned.
But when I asked whether her secret had anything to do with my late husband, Neal, she closed her eyes.
And that single reaction made my bl*od run cold.
My name is Hilary Overton, and I am forty-four years old.
I work part-time as a school librarian in Sandusky, Ohio, where the lake wind smells like wet stone and diesel.
Tracy Mayhew and I had been inseparable since we were seven years old.
