"Iris, what's wrong? The butler said you suddenly want to come home. Are you uncomfortable there? Or..."
A soft laugh threaded through his words.
"Do you miss your husband?"
Listening to this, I swallowed the nausea rising in my throat and forced out a stiff hum of agreement.
"Everard, I'm feeling much better already. It's damp and cold by the sea. I want to come home."
He chuckled again.
"Iris, I'm worried that coming back might upset you emotionally. What if your mood takes a turn?"
"The coast may be a bit damp, but at least it's peaceful..."
"Then come stay with me."
Silence on the other end. Two seconds.
Everard was always buried in work and constantly tending to Madge. There was no way he'd come to the coast to keep me company.
"Iris, I've got a lot on my plate right now..."
"Then send someone to bring me home."
He seemed to finish weighing his options, because he let out a resigned sigh.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll send the helicopter for you."
Before long, the helicopter touched down on the wide stretch of beach.
The butler and the nanny poked their heads out. "This way, Mrs. Delgado."
The entire ride back, I rubbed my temples in agitation. My head was pounding.