KAREN
Set in the center of the table was Filet Mignon truffle and by the side of it, mashed potatoes and roasted Asparagus. All stared at me almost in a way of trying to elicit guilt from me.
For the upteenth time, I stuck my fork into it but couldn't muster the courage to guild it into my mouth. Instead I reached for the glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and had a sip. How much longer did I have to stay before taking my leave so I don't look rude?
It wasn't that the food wasn't nice, at least from how appealing it looked.
But having Collins Morgan seated across me tightened my stomach. I wanted so badly to get into his head and figure out what he was planning.
He had barely said a few words all the way down here, if I counted. Yet he ate with relish.
His mood and demeanor took a dra
