“You are lying."
"I am not."
"She rescued me. She saved my life.”
I want to believe this with every fiber of my being. I love her. I need this to be true.
"She set the fire. Then she went back in. She pulled you out because she could not bear what she had done. Then she put you in her truck and she brought you to her cabin and she has been keeping your mind on sex so you wouldn’t see her lies.”
"You are lying."
"Mrs. Clark."
“Don’t call me that!” I am angry. I shout.
"She did not rescue you. She kidnapped you. She has kept you captive in this cabin for eleven days. She has lied to my department about who you are and where you are. She has had sex with you and apparently now you can’t think clearly. I thought you were an educated intelligent woman Mrs. Clark?”
"Stop."
"She lit the match. She killed your husband. Do you know what it is like to die suffering in a fire Mrs. Clark?”
She lit the match. She killed my husband. She kidnapped me. Truths I have conveniently lost along the way of the past week.
Kidnapped you.
Max killed my husband. She kidnapped me.
But, she also saved me. Two weeks ago, I wanted to kill myself. She has set me free.
But then also she has not told me the truth.
In all these days she has not told me the truth.
She has held my hand and she has put me in her bed and she has put her mouth on my body and her fingers inside me and still she has not told me the truth.
I open my eyes.
The fire chief is looking at me. Her eyes look black.
"Mrs. Clark."
"How long has she been doing this?”
"What?” the Chief asks, although I’m pretty sure she knows what I mean.
"Setting fires."
"This is the first one."
"How could you know?”
"Because I would know. Because I have been her chief for seventeen years.”
"Then why would she do something like this?”
"Mrs. Clark."
"Why?”
