“Then did you talk to her at all last night?” He leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous.
I was still shaking my head no, this conversation was going the exact opposite way I thought it was going to go so I was confused.
“I… I didn’t say anything to your mother,” I stammered, shaking my head vehemently. “I wouldn’t disrespect her. I would never—”
“Faith. Stop.” His hand came up, stopping me mid-sentence. His eyes were dark, burning a hole right through me. “Did you speak to her at dinner yesterday?”
The question was so but the way it was asked threw me off.
“Of course I did,” I said, confusion creeping in. “We were sitting at the same table. I said ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ for the food. Was I supposed to pretend she wasn’t there?”
As soon as I said it, the confusion vanished, re
