Perfect boyfriend. Perfect liar. Perfect killer?

Her
I am on my way home, thinking only of the quiet, happy evening to come, when I see something impossible. I would recognise those gorgeous pale blue eyes anywhere. It’s him—the high-school boyfriend I adored… until the day he vanished without a trace.

I run towards him, my pulse racing. He turns, politely, a puzzled look on that familiar face. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Do I know you?’

I need answers. I’m certain he’s lying. I just have to prove it.

Him
Of course you recognised me. Always so keen, always trying to do right by everyone.

It’s typical of my bad luck that we happened to run into each other.

I left this place for a reason—one you never knew. Now that I’m back I have plans, and I’m afraid, my dear, that you’re getting in my way…