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  "Is she willing to testify to that?"

  "No," Addie whispered.

  Selena's eyes softened. Addie's feelings were written all over her, clear as permanent marker on her pale skin. "This may seem like I'm prying, Ms.--"

  "Addie, please."

  "Addie. Why didn't you come to us two weeks ago?"

  For a long time, Addie didn't answer. Then, she quietly explained, "I needed to see for myself first if Jack was the man I made him out to be."

  Selena thought of the morning she'd told Jordan that she would not marry him. And of every single morning since then, when she'd second-guessed herself. "I know you'd like to help, but without an alibi, there's not too much you can add to his case."

  "That's not why I came," Addie said. "I was hoping that you could help me."

  *

  "Saxton here."

  "Hey, Charlie, it's me."

  Charlie froze. There was only one reason Albert Ozmander would have been calling, and it directly involved the thermos Charlie had seized from his daughter's room. Not that Oz knew where the thermos came from. As far as the toxicologist was concerned, this was just a routine workup on some evidence in an unnamed case.

  He felt his foot tapping so nervously beneath his desk that he had to physically restrain himself with his own hand. "Got a match for you," Oz said, "but it's a weird one. Don't ask me why the kids in your town aren't smoking pot or doing coke like the rest of the free world, Charlie, but this stuff tested positive for atropine sulfate."

  "Never heard of it."

  "Yeah, you have. It's a drug used to control digestive tract problems, among other things. You ever taken Lomotil?"

  Once, God, yes, when he and Barbara had visited Mexico and got sick as dogs. Charlie squirmed just remembering it. "Why would kids try to get off on an antidiarrheal?"

  "Because if you take enough of it, it'll make you high. I'm sending the results right now." The fax beeped on in the corner of Charlie's office; he watched the paper curl its way out and somersault into the wire bin beneath.

  "Thanks, Oz," Charlie said, and hung up the phone. He sat at his desk, hands covering his face. Meg, who had never lied to her father in her life; Meg, for whom he would tilt the world on its axis ... Meg had somehow come to be in possession of this drug.

  His heart sank so low that it changed his center of gravity, and Charlie had to fight his way upright so that he could reach the buttons of his phone. "Matt," he said, when the prosecutor answered, "we have to talk."

  Jack dragged himself through the gray halls, trailing the officer who led him to the conference room where Jordan was waiting. The trial was only days away; no doubt his attorney had come with the prosecution's plea. Not that Jack was going to accept. He would stand up and hear a guilty verdict read twenty times by the jury, but he wasn't giving up his own freedom like an extra piece of gum he'd never miss. If they wanted him, they'd get him ... kicking and screaming all the way to the appellate court.

  "Save your breath," he said to Jordan, as the CO opened the door. "I'm not--" He stopped abruptly as he realized that Jordan was not the only one there. Sitting beside him, looking fragile and tired and so beautiful it made his stomach ache, was Addie.

  Jordan stood up, sending ripples through Jack's shock. "How did you--"

  "Happy birthday," Jordan said.

  "It's not my birthday."

  "I know," Jordan admitted, and he left the conference room.

  Jack didn't know what to do. The last time he had seen Addie was during his arrest. He took a step toward her, his heart racing.

  He had shamelessly used Addie during these weeks in jail, in solitary. She was the image his mind turned to for comfort. She was the reason he could survive in a cell--because presumably, one day, he would be able to get out and explain.

  What if she had come to tell him she never wanted to speak to him again?

  Addie turned away, and that stopped Jack in his tracks as effectively as any gate. "Don't." She closed her eyes and began to speak. "I'm so sorry, Jack. That morning when Charlie showed up and started saying things, I shouldn't have heard him. I shouldn't have heard him, because I was supposed to be too busy listening to you."

  "Addie--"

  "Let me finish. Please." She looked down at her hands. "I went to Loyal. I met Catherine. She ... she's a very pretty girl." Jack remained absolutely still. "I'm ashamed that I even had to go there. I wish I could have just looked up at Charlie that morning and told him he had the wrong man. I wish I could turn back time and do it all over again ... differently ... except for one thing." She looked up, smiling through her tears. "A very wise man once told me that you can't look back--you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future."

  And then he was in her arms, burying his face in the sweet fall of her hair and holding tight to the only anchor he had. His lips moved over her skin, her sorrow tightening his own throat. He swallowed, then whispered, "Do you think I did it?"

  Addie cupped his cheek. "How can you know so much and not know the answer to that?"

  Jack had been a hero in so many walks of life--academically, physically, socially. He knew what it was like to be the one other heads turned to follow, and he understood how far a fall it was from such a pedestal. But until this moment, when Addie handed over her trust like the keys to a golden city, Jack had never felt such honor.

  "I wish you didn't have to see me here. Like this."

  "I'm not. I'm seeing you stretched out on a picnic blanket in my backyard with an entire feast you've cooked just for me." Addie smiled at him. "And I'm seeing me wearing ... nope, I don't think I'm going to tell you."

  "That's cruel."

  "Guess you'll have to get out of here and see for yourself."

  He pulled Addie close again and held her until their hearts tuned together in perfect pitch. Then Jack spoke softly, so that his words were nothing more than a thought set on the shell of Addie's ear. "About the past," he whispered. "I would do it all over. The conviction, the jail, the arrest--all of it--if that was the only way I'd get to meet you."

  Shadows chased across Addie's face in the spectral shapes of her rape, her daughter, her mother. "Oh, Jack," she said, her voice shaking. "I love you, too."

  The last week of June 2000

  Salem Falls,

  New Hampshire

  You could fall asleep with your eyes open.

  Meg knew this because sometimes, in school, she would be staring at a bug on the wall and suddenly class would be over. She didn't sleep well at night anymore, because of the Memory. If her mind chose to zone out in broad daylight, it was all right with her.

  Meg tried to make sure there was always something to focus on, other than That Night. But she couldn't keep her father from talking about what he'd done for Matt Houlihan and who the witnesses were going to be at trial. She couldn't stop her friends from whispering about it. All of it was pulling at Meg, ripping her apart at the seams.

  She ran into the house and past her mother. This was her obsession, a Lady Macbeth spot check she did every afternoon when she came home. She flung open her bedroom door, gasping for breath, and stuck her head inside the closet.

  "Margaret Anne Saxton," her mother said from the doorway.

  Meg startled, smashing her head on the wooden frame of the closet.

  "Honey, are you all right?" Meg's mother walked over and touched her forehead lightly, feeling for fever, or maybe insanity. "You look like you're being chased by the hounds of hell."

  "No hounds," Meg managed, with a weak smile. "Only a heap of homework."

  "I'm worried about you. You don't look right." She glanced at Meg's clothing. "You're losing weight."

  "Jesus, Mom, you've been suggesting I go on a diet for years."

  "I never said that. I only felt that with a face as lovely as yours, you might want not to draw attention away from it."

  Meg rolled her eyes. "I love you too, Ma," she said dryly. "Now can I please have some pri