Watch Me Die by Erica Spindler

Author:Erica Spindler
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

CHAPTER FORTY

Tuesday, August 16

10:55 P.M.

The moments ticked past, becoming minutes. Still Mira stood frozen, his words—and hers—ringing in her head: “I was in love with you … I’m still in love with you, dammit … Jeff knew … I told him the day I left … Jeff had secrets…”

“I don’t want to see you or hear from you … We’re no longer friends.”

She brought a hand to her mouth to hold back a cry of despair. She didn’t want to lose him. Not again. She wanted him in her life.

She didn’t know how they could stay friends. But she wanted to try.

She yanked the door open. The driveway was empty, the street dark. He was long gone.

Gone.

Mira sagged against the door frame, tears choking her. Maybe it was for the best. She could forgive him for saying those things about Jeff. But if he couldn’t stop loving her and she couldn’t love him back, how could they have any kind of relationship?

They couldn’t, she acknowledged. It’s why he had exited her life the first time.

From deep inside the house came the chirp of her cell phone. Connor, she thought. Calling to talk it through. Start over.

She ran for it. “Connor?” she said. “I’m so glad—”

“Hi, babe, it’s me. Hold tight, I’m almost there.”

The voice moved over her like thunder. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Jeff’s voice.

The phone slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a sharp crack. The sound penetrated her shock, and with a sob, she scrambled for it, dropping to her knees, bringing it to her ear. “Jeff? Jeff, I’m here!”

Nothing.

She checked the display; it had gone dark.

No, no … it couldn’t be broken. What would she do? She had to call him back. Hands shaking so badly it took three tries, she restarted the phone.

As it came to life, her landline rang. She leaped to her feet and ran to the kitchen, snatching it from its cradle and bringing it to her ear.

“Jeff!” she cried. “Don’t hang up! Where are you?”

“Mira? It’s Dr. Jasper. Are you all right?”

She careened back to earth. Not Jeff. Maybe never again.

“Are you all right?” the therapist asked once more, this time in a tone that demanded response. “Talk to me.”

Her head went light. She grabbed the counter for support. “I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Find a chair or sit on the floor.” Mira sank to the floor. “Did you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Deep breaths,” the therapist said. “In and out. If you still feel dizzy, lie down or put your head between your knees.”

Mira did as she suggested, lying back on the wooden floor, breathing in and out, mind racing. Did it really happen? she wondered. Did Jeff just call her? Or had she imagined it?

“Mira? Are you there?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Talk to me, Mira. What’s happening?”

Concern resonated in the woman’s voice. It penetrated Mira’s shock. “I’m fine now. I just— Why are you calling me, Dr. Jasper?”

“I saw on the news. About Anton. Have you heard?”

“He’s dead. Yes, I heard. The police questioned me about it.

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