Diane’s POV
I looked away. "There was a lake near my old home. I used to..." I stopped talking and shook my head. "Never mind."
I thought he would ask me more questions, but he didn't. He just nodded, like he was remembering everything I said. We sat in silence for a moment before he spoke again.
"What don't you like?" he asked. This was an easier question to answer.
"Loud noises," I said. "Big crowds. Being bossed around. Being locked up," I said that pointedly, so he could take a hint. "And being hovered on constantly." The last statement was for Adele in particular. She also needed to take a hint and I hoped that she did.
He looked at me with an expression I couldn't understand. "And?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me comically.
I held my fork tightly. "Being lied to."
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