“No.”
Even as Arthur straightened and settled back in his seat, the tension did not get any smaller.
He went right back to eating but she was now sitting there, staring at him and back at the television.
Her fork stayed in place, and her hands were clenched on her lap. Why did she feel that he was lying to her?
Why did she feel that something had happened to Jacob, something really bad. And he was here, dining like nothing had happened.
Her eyes, at that point, were clouded with something close to fear and dread.
When Arthur noticed she hadn’t moved since he went back to eating, he leaned forward and lowered his voice so there wouldn't be any chance one of the restaurant's staff would overhear them.
His tone was sharp but almost begging. He knew what happened next when she had
