The light in Andrew's eyes dimmed. "Is that how you're going to talk to me?"
Wendy came out from the kitchen. She was visibly startled to see Andrew, but she still said politely, "Andrew, you're here? Sit down and have something to eat."
Andrew looked at her. His gaze was complicated, part resentment, part guilt. "No thanks. I just need a few words with Tara, then I'm leaving."
We walked outside the restaurant.
There was a roasted sweet potato vendor on the street. The sweet smell mixed with the cold wind drifted over.
Andrew was silent for a long time before saying, "Grace's books were moved into your room by the maid."
I didn't react. "Oh."
He jerked his head up. "You're not mad?"
I looked at him. "It was never my room anyway."
Andrew's face turned pale. "My mom found out and al
