safe now. It’s all right. It can’t hurt you.”
She nodded and lay back against the pillows, tears of fear blurring her eyes. “I remember being underwater, thinking I was going to die.”
“Do you remember getting out of the car?” he asked.
“No.” She made a swipe at her tears with her free hand, not wanting to break contact with the warmth of his hand covering hers. Her mother had died when Anna was nine. Her father when she was seventeen. She’d been so disappointed that neither had lived to see their grandson born. Marc’s parents were both still alive but had no apparent interest in grandchildren.
“I was trapped in the car,” Anna said, refusing to let the memory slip away again. “I remember thinking I was going to drown. I had to breathe.” She stopped, her gaze locking with his. “I heard a sound at my side window.” A slice of pure ice cut through her, but she didn’t force the memory away. “There was someone in the water.”
“Someone else was in the lake?” the doctor asked. “Your son?”
“No,” she said quickly. “Tyler is…wasn’t there. The person in the water was a man. At least I think it was a man. His face…” Anna shuddered at the memory and heard a sound at her hospital-room door. She looked up with a start to find Officer Walker framed in the doorway.
The expression on his face was almost as terrifying as the memory of being under the water and seeing something—someone—floating on the other side of her window.
“You say there was someone else in the lake?” the cop asked as he stepped into the room, his brow furrowed. “Your memory coming back, Mrs. Collins?”
Was it her imagination, or did the doctor look alarmed by the policeman’s tone?
“I need to ask your patient a few more questions,” Officer Walker said, never taking his eyes off Anna. “You’re welcome to stay, Doc, if you feel it’s necessary.”
Dr. Brubaker looked from the cop to her. “Do you want me to stay?”
She nodded even though it hurt her head. She didn’t trust her voice.
“I talked to your husband,” Walker said.
“Marc?” She wasn’t sure why the thought of Marc talking to the officer upset her, but it did. “He knows I’m here?”
The cop frowned. “Is that a problem?”
“No. Of course not. I just didn’t want him…worried.”
“Why would he be worried?” Walker asked.
She said nothing, feeling confused, head aching.
“You are still Mrs. Collins, aren’t you?”
Anna opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. “I didn’t know Marc hadn’t gone through with the divorce until I talked to a friend earlier. I had no idea.”
He studied her openly then asked, “You don’t remember your husband telling you last night?”
“No.” Her voice sounded small, scared.
“But you were just saying that your memory has come back,” he reminded her.
“Not all of it.” Her fingers went to her scar.
“Why don’t you tell the officer what you told me,” the doctor suggested.
She swallowed, her throat dry and scratchy. Her head ached and she felt tired again, her earlier excitement about getting back some of her memory replaced by fear.
She told Officer Walker about the deer, losing control of the car, going into the lake and seeing someone on the bottom.
The cop gave her an unbelieving look. “Your husband told me you were upset when you left home last night. Can you tell me what that was about?”
So she had seen Marc last night at the house? “No. That is, I don’t know. I don’t remember seeing my husband last night or what I might have been upset about.”
The cop’s look said he found that a little too convenient. “Your husband said you might have been upset because he told you he hadn’t gone through with the divorce.”
She frowned. “Why would I be upset about that?”
“Why don’t you tell me,” he said.
She shot a look at the doctor. He looked worried as if he feared—as she did—that something had happened to make Officer Walker more suspicious of her. She knew she didn’t have to answer his questions, but she had nothing to hide. At least she hoped that was true. And at this point, Officer Walker seemed to know more than she did about what had happened last night.
“I was the one who didn’t want the divorce in the first place,” she said.
“You don’t recall seeing your husband at all last night?”
She shook her head slowly, a vague memory pulling at her. An ugly argument. But she’d had so many arguments with Marc… “I can’t be sure.”
Walker sighed and looked at the doctor.
She felt dread settle in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong. She knew she should stop the police officer now, not answer any more of his questions. But she desperately wanted to know why he was asking them, why his manner was even more suspicious than it had been earlier. “Why are you asking me all these questions?”
“Your husband said he not only saw you last night, but that the two of you argued. When you left, he said, you were threatening to kill someone.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped. “You don’t know Marc. He…” She thought of something Gillian had once said about Marc. He likes drama in his life. It’s his drug of choice. He gets high on it. And when he doesn’t have enough drama, he makes it. Or forces you to.
“Marc overreacts sometimes,” she said simply.
“Have you been under the care of a psychiatrist?”
“No, I mean, I was but I stopped going.”
“Mrs. Collins, did you purposely drive your car into the lake last night?”
“Of course not!”
“Were you even in the car when it went into the lake?” he asked, sounding aggravated with her.
She felt close to tears. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
“You tell me.”
She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Maybe for the same reason you threatened to kill someone? To get your husband’s attention?”
She wanted to argue that even if she was stupid enough to pull a stunt like that, she no longer cared enough about Marc
