Chapter 11
Doubt
(Maya's POV)
I sat in my office, in the dark with my head pounding. The hospital buzzed beyond the walls of my office walls, but none of it pierced the fog I was in. I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for a message from Isabelle, the private investigator I’d hired. Every time my phone vibrated, panic overtook.
I hated this. I hated the doubt, the suspicion, the sinking feeling that was becoming harder to ignore.
Jessica couldn’t be the woman in the photo. My best friend Jessica? The woman I’d shared everything with since we were teenagers? No. It was impossible. That necklace had to be a coincidence. Maybe David bought more than one — maybe it wasn’t as exclusive as he claimed. Maybe it was just a designer piece with duplicates, not a custom-made symbol of love he
