After eating a few mouthfuls of his stew, Nolan scrutinizes me in silence. “Your mother and I cared about each other.”
My mouth goes dry. “Loved each other?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I don’t believe him. Although I’m sure my expression doesn’t change, one corner of his lips curls up. “You don’t believe me.”
I hesitate about how honest I can be without it coming back to bite me on the ass. Finally, I clear my throat. “You haven’t given me the impression of being a loving person.”
It’s the most diplomatic way I can think of calling him a monster. When his expression doesn’t contort with rage, I guess he can handle a little honesty, as long as it’s sugar-coated. Heavily sugar-coated.
“That was a long time ago.”
“And you were different back then?”
Although I still don’t believe he and my mom lo
