Greg's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "Right," he mumbled. Her memory wasn't reliable. Telling her about that night would be akin to giving her a rope to hang him.
Valerie's gaze narrowed, sensing there was more to the story. His breath shook as he slowly pulled his hand back, but her grip on his wrist tightened, refusing to let him retreat.
"Don't pull away," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "What's going on, Greg? You're hiding something."
Greg's gaze dropped, his faint Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Valerie's hold on his wrist remained firm.
"Tell me," she urged, her voice soft yet insistent.
Greg's eyes lifted, the turmoil within them making Valerie's heart ache. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them slowly intensifying.
"You already suspect my identity," Greg said, "but you stayed silent all this while. Why?"
