Chapter 22
Kate MorganKate nodded and promised Louise that she would not tell anyone about her moment of disorientation. It was a gentle word, disorientation. A gentle way of saying of paranoia...or worse, Alzheimer’s.
“It was just a brief moment, and I think it would be best if we just don’t mention it to anyone else,” Louise said. She looked completely in control of her senses; nothing like she was just a few minutes earlier. Louise took her place next to Kate at the kitchen table, handing her a cup of tea.
“Don’t you think we should at least tell Philip?” Kate was certain that Philip would want to know.
Louise dismissed the suggestion. “There’s no need to alarm him—or anyone else, for that matter.” She took the tea bag by the string and wrapped it around the teaspoon, squeezing the
