Katherine didn’t remember anything that happened last night—which was both a relief and an irritation for Andrew. Part of him was glad she didn’t recall the chaos, the blood, the moment he found her barely conscious in Thompson’s den. But another part of him was absolutely furious that she didn’t seem to grasp how close she had come to dying… all because she wouldn’t listen to him.
Now they sat at the long dinner table, the silence between them heavier than the thick tension in the air. Nanny Sarah walked over with a warm smile, setting creamy pasta and roasted chicken on their plates.
“Thanks, Nanny Sarah,” Katherine said softly, offering the woman a small smile.
Andrew didn’t say a word, his attention fixed on his plate like it was the only thing that mattered. Katherine glanced at hi
