Honeymoon

Chapter 115

NORA DESPERATELY NEEDED to find out who was there. Who is it? She couldn’t see very well. Everything so blurry. A feeling that her body was disintegrating.

“O’Hara?” she called out. “Is that you? O’Hara?”

Then she could see someone walking into the kitchen. It wasn’t O’Hara. Who, though?

A blond woman. Tall. Something familiar about her. What? Finally she was standing over Nora.

“Who are you?” Nora whispered as terrible heat seared her throat and chest.

The woman reached up—and she took off her head. No—it was her hair, a wig that she’d removed.

“That help, Nora?” she asked. “Recognize me now?”

She had short, sandy blond hair underneath—and then Nora knew who it was. “You!” she gasped.

“Yes, me.”

Elizabeth Brown—Connor’s sister. Lizzie.

“I followed you for a long time, Nora. Just to make sure about what you did. Murderer! I wasn’t even sure if you’d remember me,” she said. “Sometimes I don’t make much of an impression.”

“Help me,” Nora whispered. The terrible burning was in her head now, on her face—everywhere—and it was horrible, the worst pain she could imagine.

“Please help me,” she begged. “Please, Lizzie?”

Nora couldn’t make out Connor’s sister’s face anymore, but she heard her words.

“Not a chance in hell, which is where you’re going, Nora.”