Page 141 of Love Unscripted

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“You’re such a little liar.”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

“I hear he’s a real one,” Simon continued. “A real Christian. Unlike you.”

She said nothing. There was no explaining grace to someone like him. No explaining redemption.

Then he said it.

“I wonder what he’d say if he knew you killed your own child.”

The words struck like a physical blow.

Tears spilled instantly down her cheeks.

“I wonder if he’d forgive you,” Simon went on, almost casually. “I know I have. I don’t hold it against you. That’s why we belong togeth—”

She ended the call.

Her hand shook as she silenced the phone completely.

For a moment, she sat frozen.

Then she folded in on herself, dropping her head into her lap, her arms wrapping instinctively around her stomach—as if shielding something that was no longer there.

A sob tore from her chest.

This was it. The reckoning.

There was no doubt in her mind—Simon would find a way to reach Aaron. The same way he had before. Quietly. Strategically. Cruelly.

He would not stop.

She had to get to Aaron first.

But how?

Simon was patient. Calculating. He would already have set something in motion.

A text.

A call.

An anonymous tip.

Something.

Fear tightened around her chest until she could hardly breathe.

There was nothing left to do.

Nothing—except turn to the only One who already knew everything.

Her voice came out broken.

“Lord… I know You have forgiven me for what I’ve done.”

She wiped at her tears, but they kept coming.

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