He placed the spoon down.
“And what do I get? Nothing.”
His voice became quieter.
“Not even a thank-you.”
He looked at the monitor.
“Sometimes I think you know exactly what’s happening.”
My heart pounded.
He leaned closer.
“Sometimes I think you’re pretending.”
I couldn’t move.
David studied my face for several seconds.
Then he smiled.
“That’s impossible, isn’t it?”
He picked up the spoon again.
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“Eat.”
I refused.
He put the tray aside.
“Fine. We’ll try later.”
He walked toward the door.
Then stopped.
“By the way, Jessica wants to visit tomorrow.”
He looked back.
“She says she wants to apologize for being rude.”
He laughed softly.
“Isn’t that thoughtful?”
The door closed.
I stared at the ceiling.
I had never hated anyone as much as I hated the man who had just left.
***
Samuel returned later that night.
He brought news.
His investigator had located Caroline’s former attorney.
