“Yes.”
“When I…”
His words failed.
“When what?”
His throat moved.
“When I don’t know you.”
My heart stopped.
“No.”
He opened his eye.
“Care.”
“We talked about this.”
“Don’t want you trapped.”
“I am not trapped.”
His eyelid lowered.
“Money makes it easier.”
“Noah.”
But sleep had already taken him.
I stayed until his breathing deepened.
Then I went downstairs because rage had returned and I needed distance from anything breakable.
Diane’s car was gone.
Caleb stood outside the office while Owen swept the shattered mug from the break-room floor.
“How is he?” Caleb asked.
“Asleep.”
“Headache?”
“Bad.”
“Doctor?”
“Not yet. I’m watching.”
Caleb’s jaw tightened.
“I recorded part of it.”
I looked at him.
