Even knowing Kenneth couldn't possibly be there, I still couldn't stop myself from scanning the room.
He wasn't.
"Kenneth... he had something to take care of."
"He said tomorrow. Come back tomorrow."
Victor stammered through the words, his eyes darting everywhere but her face.
"Tell me the truth."
"Kenneth's throwing a formal introduction ceremony for that woman. Wants people to serve her tea, the whole thing..."
I drew a long breath, ripped the IV from my arm, and said, "Take me there."
Victor couldn't stop me. So he drove.
The moment I walked through the door, I saw Eleanor Harding sitting in my chair, wearing my clothes.
A line of people stretched from the entrance, waiting their turn to offer her tea.
Kenneth sat beside her, gazing at her with open adoration, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth every few moments.
I stood at the back and watched. Watched her smile and drink cup after cup.
It wasn't until my turn came that Kenneth finally noticed me.
Eleanor hadn't expected me either. Her hand froze mid-air, the cup halfway to her lips.
"Go on. Drink. Why'd you stop?"
Kenneth's expression darkened. He seized my arm and yanked me aside.