Betty
I was sitting in the restaurant across from Duke, my hands folded in my lap to both stop them from shaking and the tears from falling. The restaurant was expensive, and there were all white tablecloths and crystal glasses. Duke was sitting across from me, smiling casually in his navy suit. He seemed like a man who did not have a worry in the world.
“Thank you for coming here to meet me,” I said. “Of course. I have been worried about you since last night.” He put his hands out to grab my hand; I pull my away very gently. “There is something I need to ask you, and you need to be truthful with me,” I said.
Duke’s smile faltered, and his face turned slightly concerned. “Okay.”
“Who are Sarah, Maria, and Jennifer?” The expressions on his face changed, but it was subtle. He tightene
