Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
“Do you ever recall Laurel being upset with you…did you ever give her cause to say…want to get back at you?”
“How do you mean?”
“I’m asking if she seemed upset with you, especially toward the end?”
“Upset?”
“Yeah…you know…bitter. Resentful. You know how women can be.” Dr. Jones posed the same tired questions, even though we’d been over this. I assume my attorney hired her because she’s good, but I’ll admit, she’s a bit of a bore. She has a low opinion of women, and it showed.
“I don’t think so.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“She thanked me once,” I told her. I pictured Laurel all those months ago. She had seemed to mean it. She said finding me again had been one of the best things to ever happen to her. She looked humble when she’d said it, if not a bit shy,
