---- Chapter 4. I stared at the sky, feeling a calm I hadn't known in years. The driver studied me for a long moment, as if I looked familiar. I smiled faintly. "People say I look a lot like Jean Swisher, the best actress. You must've confused me with her." Only then did he smile apologetically and drive away. I pulled my mask tighter and hurried toward the spot I'd picked out well in advance. It was the only safe place I could think of -a frost- covered forest on Mount Everwhite, where I'd be working as a forest ranger for the winter. Starting now, every last trace of Jean Swisher would be gone. No one would ever find me through that old name again. ---- The news hit Conrad like a lightning strike. His voice burst out, rough and uncontrolled." What did you just say? Say it again!" As soon as the words sank in, Conrad bolted for the Lennon residence like a man possessed. Jenny caught the back of his shirt, her voice tight with worry. "Slow down. Jean might be just fine." Conrad spun around, his glare burning into her. He swatted her hand away and took off without a backward glance. It was the first time he'd ever left her behind. His heart burned as if held over an open flame. It had never even occurred to him that I might take my own life, that I'd leave him behind without a second thought. We were supposed to last. So why? He couldn't understand why I'd given up like this. Conrad ran for miles, but when he finally reached the place, all he found were charred ruins. ---- He sneered. "What's this supposed to prove? To prove that Jean died in a fire? Don't be absurd. She clearly just walked out because she couldn't stand the sight of me! Why are you just standing here instead of looking for her?" Ernest spoke up carefully. "Mr. Lennon, Mrs. Lennon left her last note. She'd made up her mind. She doused gasoline all over her room and set it ablaze. We got the fire out, but we might not be able to find her remains..." He handed my last note to Conrad. But Conrad didn't even glance at it. He crumpled the paper into a tight ball, veins bulging on his forehead. It looked like he was going to toss it aside, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He refused to accept that I was just gone. "Find her! I don't care if you have to tear this whole damn country apart! Bring Jean back to me!" Ernest studied Conrad's profile. He seemed as calm and collected as ever, but his hands trembled