"The baby's still asleep. We should get some rest—you know how wild she gets when she's slept enough."
His face was calm, even gentle.
I dug my nails into my palms so hard they broke the skin. I didn't feel it.
I hated this. The way he dodged and deflected.
He was the one who'd done something wrong. How could he stand there so composed?
"What about Adela?" I mocked. "You love her so much—aren't you afraid she'll be heartbroken if you don't go to Harbor City? Or are you just scared that breaking your promise will bring lightning down on your head?"
His expression stayed flat.
"Roberta, those kids love the pork buns from that place in Southridge. Don't forget to pick some up tomorrow."
This was how Kevin always was.
The colder he acted on the surface, the more clearly he drew his lines, the deeper the feelings he was hiding.
It used to be that way with me. Now it was the same with Adela Fox.
I wanted to rip that mask off his face.
I pulled open the drawer and took out a stack of letters. Fighting back the nausea rising in my stomach, I read them aloud, my voice dripping with venom.