“How is Teddy?” she asks, taking a sip of her diet soda, and for a second, I think she sees something behind me, because she pales, eyes wide.
I turn briefly, but not seeing anyone except Luke and Garrett I turn back, and she’s gone from pale to tearful. “Are you all right?”
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Green… Mr. Green told me not to ask any personal questions, it just slipped out. I’m terribly sorry,” she pleads.
“No, no Hannah, it’s all right. Teddy’s doing great.” I reach out and pat her hands, clenched around her drink glass, and she nods. An idea brews, and I feel preemptively guilty for it. “Hannah, if you’re willing… what do people know about what happened?”
Her eyes widen again and she gulps, and I fear she feels she’s being wedged between a rock and a hard place. It can’t be easy, rec
