Whispers of the Lake Read Online Shanora Williams

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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I drizzled honey into my teacup. “Did she seem happy when you first spotted her?”

“I’m not sure. I couldn’t really tell from where I was. Up close she seemed perfectly fine, though. She smiled and helped me pick everything up and carry it into the house. I offered her some water because her cheeks were flushed, and she looked a little hot. She thanked me for it.” Selma’s face changed then. Her brows strung together, and her eyes became cloudy as she smoothed down the napkin on the table in front of her. “Griffin came home while she was in here. He wasn’t very happy.”

“Who is Griffin?” I asked.

“My husband.”

“Oh. Why wasn’t he happy?”

“He doesn’t like having guests over. I’d invited Eddie and his daughter once during Easter. I told Emily I wanted to make an Easter basket for her when we met them and that she should stop by. Griffin came home from work while they were around, and I knew he was upset. Fortunately, Eddie didn’t pick up on his bad mood. I haven’t invited them over since.”

“Oh.” I fidgeted in my chair and looked over my shoulder to the front door. “Where is Griffin now?”

“He’s at work. He’ll likely be off in an hour or so.”

It was none of my business and I didn’t want to ask but . . . “Does he . . . hurt you?”

Her eyes expanded as she pressed a shaking hand to her chest. “Oh, no, dear! Not at all. He’s just protective.”

It sounded like more possessive than protective.

“I have lapses in memory sometimes, so he worries. He doesn’t want people taking advantage of that. I never know when an episode will happen, but I tell him often that I’m a good judge of character . . . or I like to think so. Your friend Eve seemed like a nice young woman. But Griffin got one look at her and immediately dismissed her. He told her we’d be having dinner soon and that she needed to go.”

“Did she seem bothered by that?”

“A little. She was more confused, if anything. But she left. That was the only day I saw her.” Selma tried to smile but was battling it with a frown.

“Is there something else, Mrs. Abbot?”

The kitchen fell silent as she kept smoothing the napkin out and avoiding my eyes.

I leaned forward and placed a hand on top of hers to stop the action. “Mrs. Abbot?”

She tilted her chin, eyes connecting with mine. “He called her a whore,” she whispered.

My heart slowed in rhythm. “Your husband?”

“Yes. When she left, he came back to me and told me to never invite a whore in his house again.”

Good grief. Griffin sounded like a straight up asshole. I’d have never called Eve that. It was too harsh a term. But she did have a high body count. She took sex wherever she could get it. It worried me how often she gave herself away to random men. Men she knew nothing about. Men who could’ve carried sexually transmitted diseases.

“On the same day I saw her, I was sitting on the back porch knitting. It was getting darker, had to be around dusk. But I heard a scream or a screech of some sort across the way.”

“Across the lake?” I asked, my chest tightening.

“Yes. But I thought it was just kids being kids, you know? Lots of young kids rent that cottage out and make use of the lake.”

“I don’t think so. Eve was supposedly by herself.” I studied the tea that I still hadn’t taken a drink of. “Was Griffin home with you?”

“Yes.” She bobbed her head. “He heard it too. When he did, he insisted that we needed to get in the house.”

“So, he was spooked by the scream?”

“Somewhat. I was too, but only when I saw him locking all the doors and windows.” Selma’s lips pursed as she looked past me and at the door. Again. “When I think about it now, the scream didn’t sound like a joyous one. It sounded fearful. And it was definitely coming from a woman.”

I really hoped it wasn’t Eve. If that were the case, the Reeds would have heard it too. I needed to ask them about it. Maybe something had happened. Perhaps Eve had hurt herself. There was a possibility she could’ve slipped and fell into the lake and now her body was in there somewhere. My heart thumped harder as I thought about all the horrible things that could have happened to her. I started to ask something else, but I heard a car door shut in the distance.

Selma let out a sharp gasp and stood so quickly, she knocked over her teacup. She rushed out of the kitchen to peer out the window in the living room. “Oh no. He’s home.” She twisted around with wide, panicked eyes. “You have to go, dear. I’m so sorry, but you have to go. He can’t know you were here.”


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