Chapter 25 A Petty Move

(Lydia)

Adam had been telling me on the drive here that bee sting allergies were incredibly rare. He had told me that it wasn’t serious, though, and that I shouldn’t worry about it. I had changed into a T-shirt and slacks, preparing myself for a long night at the hospital.

When we had pulled up, my head had still been spinning from all that had happened today: Margaret showing up at the theater to threaten my children only to reappear a few hours later and give them so much maternal affection and then taunt me about some apparent hidden agenda, Thomas asking me out to dinner, my daughter ending up the hospital for the first time, and her father demonstrating genuine concern.

I had ignored Thomas as I made my way to the hospital room on purpose. Not that I hadn’t caught him gazing at me but I had deliberately avoided making eye contact.

“Here’s the overnight bag!” Adam exclaimed, dumping it down on the sofa and then crashing down beside it.

“Adam and I will watch the children,” I told