Laurel Dunaway
Journal Entry
I did my best to act casual. The main thing, or so I’ve heard, is to make it look as though you don’t feel guilty. I’ve yet to decide whether or not this is true. Whatever the case, if James is upset with me, so far, he isn’t letting it show.
After he arrived home from work, he showered and suggested we go out for dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary about that.
He was his usual self over dinner: attentive, calm, perhaps a bit stoic. He asked about Dad, but he did not bring up Max Hastings.
I was careful to steer clear of all of the typical landmines. Ever since the incident at the office, and the situation with the cat, speaking about anything that really matters has all but ceased. I swore that I didn’t hurt Leo—I wouldn’t—couldn’t. But the fact that I li
