Chapter Forty-Six
Trina’s POV
Lanny appears unconvinced by my dismissal of the conversation that pertains to Anne, but I don’t bother to make it any better, allowing the question to hang in thin air. We lapse into silence, the kind that feels more comfortable than awkward, with Lanny turning around on the bed, lying on his back, and staring up at the ceiling. As the silence stretches and my mind floats all over the place, a conversation suddenly rings a bell, making me jerk up.
My eyes dart towards Lanny, ensuring he didn’t see that happen. But his eyes remain glued to the ceiling as if searching for the answer to a puzzle. I lean back in the seat, recalling the conversation again. It happened on the day Lanny got back when we had the tousle for who owned the room I was being kept. I re
