Sharon’s POV
I couldn’t believe my ears. This had to be some kind of twisted dream. Did Douglas just say what I thought he did? My heart stuttered in my chest, and my mind whirled, trying to grasp onto some semblance of logic. He said he was the man in the video, which meant… he knew. He knew all along that he had spent that night with me. My mind circled back to the night in question. All those sensations I felt, he had felt them too.
My breath caught in my throat, and I stood frozen, unable to speak. My body felt disconnected from reality, as if the ground beneath the baseball field had tilted under my feet. I tried to make sense of everything, but the pieces didn’t fit together. Douglas knew it was me, but he had never acknowledged it—never even hinted at it. So why was he just now saying all of this? Why hadn’t he told me the truth earlier?