“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Claire.”
I ignored him.
Noah slid off his chair.
Lily followed.
Adrian stepped toward me.
“We’re having a family conversation.”
“No.”
“We were having dinner.”
“You interrupted it with an announcement.”
“Don’t do this.”
I looked at him.
“Do what?”
His eyes changed.
There it was.
The trap.
For three months, Adrian had been laying groundwork with anyone who might someday matter.
Claire was anxious because of pregnancy.
Claire was sensitive.
Claire overreacted.
Claire was having trouble coping.
Claire had become suspicious.
Claire was emotionally unpredictable.
