Nancy was still staring at Jon's hand on Kara’s arm. Kara was still looking at him, waiting for an answer. _Do you want me to go?
“No,” he said. The word came out harder than he meant. He stepped forward, putting myself squarely between them. “Nancy, this is Kara. Kara Clayton. She’s—”
“Your pharmacist,” Nancy finished. Cold. “I know who she is. I run your schedule, Jonathon. I approve your prescriptions. What I don’t know is why she’s in your house when you’re supposed to be at the Peninsula hotel taking lorazepam.”
Kara didn’t flinch. She let go of Jon's arm, slow and deliberate, and took one step back. Not leaving. Just giving me space. “It’s 4:30 PM,” she said quietly. Not to Nancy. To Jon.
My chest hurt. She was anchoring me. Right here. In front of Nancy.
“Nancy,” “Can we talk?
