Sure enough, there were cameras everywhere. My bedroom, the closet, and even the bathroom. She had me under 360-degree surveillance.
While Ashley was out for her night class, I went through her room. That's when I realized just how deeply she "loved" me.
She had hidden photos of us under her vanity mirror.
In the photos, Jane's face was scratched out with a knife, and between Ashley and me, she had drawn a heart.
Our pajamas were hanging together on the same hanger in her closet.
But the worst part...
Her underwear was neatly folded with mine and placed under her pillow.
A chill ran down my spine.
I couldn't even imagine what else she might have hidden that I hadn't found yet.
If that's the case, maybe it's time to test her. See if she had anything to do with Jane's death.
I bought some takeout and alcohol, waiting for her to get home from work.
When she walked in and saw me sitting on the couch, her eyes lit up.
After a few drinks, she was tipsy.
I asked her, "Do you like me?"
Ashley smiled. She nodded as she leaned into my shoulder, twisting her hair with her fingers, slurring her response, "Eric, I love you so much.
"I fell in love with you at first sight. Before I even got to know you, you became my brother-in-law."
I nudged her away, remembering when Jane had confronted me about our relationship. I had brushed it off as her just being upset.
Now, it seemed like I might have wronged Jane after all.
"Your sister said she caught us kissing in bed, like we couldn't pull away. When was that?"
Ashley chuckled, even sucking in a bit of spit.
"On her birthday! I helped you into bed, and you were pouting so cutely I couldn't help but kiss you.
"How could Jane not be mad?
"Her husband and her sister are on the bed on her birthday. It's so thrilling!"
