Harris pats my back, kisses my hair and my shoulder repeatedly. Then after a while, my sob stops. Harris then grabs my hand and leads us to sit on a sofa in the room. I follow him since I can’t think anymore. I feel so sad since I’ll lose him.
“Valentina, I want you to know that you’re safe with me. Nothing you can say will make me leave you unless you want it or if you have already had a husband.” Harris sighs. “I hope it’s not the case.”
I laugh to hear the irony in Harris’s words. “It’s not that. It relates to Honey.” I take a deep breath to gather my courage. Then I say, “Before now, I was a con artist. I have worked with Honey for a year. I did many crimes, and she paid me to do those.” I glance at Harris, believing he’s sick of me now. “So, do you still think you don’t want to lea
