The waiter came back just then, interrupting her.
Carefully setting the tray on the table, he lifted the mineral water.
“Here's your…”
“Leave.”
The waiter hastily placed the glass and vanished, spurred by Patricia’s tone.
Her voice was brisk this time as she continued, “I will be straight with you, Mrs Vale. Has Adrian been at your house recently?”
“Your son?” Helena echoed, sipping her water.
“My son,” Patricia responded tightly, displeased by the reminder.
Helena had tried guessing the reason for this meeting, but that hadn't crossed her mind.
“No, he hasn't,” she said automatically. Then, on second thought, “None that I am aware of.”
Patricia’s brow furrowed. “You don't know what goes on under your roof?”
Helena felt insulted by that and it showed in her voice as she said, “I
