CORRIE

“My memories… it's clear that you didn’t kill Salem, and it’s painfully confusing to believe that we’re actually married, at some point, I was in love with you.” My voice wavered. “And I want to assume you loved me… if you ever did, you wouldn’t want to hurt me. Right?”

Tears shimmered in my eyes as I drew in one last, shaky breath before looking back at Emmette. He stepped forward slightly, his hand lifting toward me, instinctively reaching out as though comfort came naturally to him.

“You and I both know he didn’t commit those crimes. He wasn’t the mastermind it was Abigail.” My chest tightened. “Why did...