felt a return of that strange, dreamlike confusion and panic. “You mean J.T. McKinney is your neighbor?”
“Why? Do you know him?”
“Oh, God,” She dropped her head into her hands. “There’s nowhere to hide.”
“If it’s any comfort,” he said after a moment, “I can tell you that right now you don’t look anything like the woman in the picture.”
“I don’t?” She raised her head to look at him.
He grinned, showing even white teeth. “Haven’t you seen yourself in a mirror lately?”
“Yes, but I wasn’t sure if…”
“Well, my haircut and all those cuts and bruises have done a real job on you. You look like a totally different person.” He watched her thoughtfully. “So what should I call you?”
She pondered. “Call me Bella,” she said at last. “That’s what my…my sister used to call me,” she added wistfully, “when I was a little girl.”
“Okay, Bella. From now on, that’s your name and we’ll never use the other one. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said feeling relieved. “My name isn’t Isabel anymore. It’s Bella.”
“Now, Bella, why don’t you tell me what you’re so afraid of? And then we’ll try to figure out what we can do about it.”
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