Hugo looks back at me with an expression so unreadable, I wonder if he’s even going to answer my request. But he must, right? I mean, why even bother agreeing to this meeting if he intends to shoot me down? “I don’t have concrete proof myself,” Hugo admits. “But you are certainly not the only one
In his head, Miles knows that Hugo isn’t responsible for what’s happened to Esther. She’s been going through a lot lately, and Miles half expected to have her returned to him in this state when he saw her off before this meeting. Still, seeing Hugo with his arm around Esther’s waist, while she loo
He doesn’t want Hugo to know what happened in here. He might have heard the shower running, but everything else is none of his business. Dressed to perfection, Miles heads to the door of the bedroom. He turns out the light and steps out into the hallway. He finds Hugo waiting in the living room.
At Miles’s insistence, I stay home for another two days before inactivity drives me to actual madness and I insist on returning to work. As soon as I step foot in the headquarters, the other workers and volunteers bombard me with questions and well wishes. I’ve been missed, it seems, even though I
“You didn’t hear it from me,” she says. “I swear,” I tell her and cross my heart. I wait for her to leave, then I gather my thoughts. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get, until I’m so frustrated that I stand from my desk and march into Miles’s office. Miles is on the phone when
Hearing Edward’s voice in my ear sends me back to the orphanage, when I would hide, while Edward would search through me throughout the house. “Esther! Esther, where are you? Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, princess. This man will treat you nicely, you’ll see. It won’t be like the last
God, I hate him. “I want to talk to Daphne,” I say. “Daphne?” “His wife,” I say. “You think she knows something?” “She knows the same that I do,” I tell him. Miles understands right away. “She was there too. God on earth, why would she marry him?” “That’s one of the questions I want to
The next night, I sit around my dining room table with Hugo and Miles. Hugo has a notepad and a manila folder filled with his own research. Miles has his chair moved closer to mine, his hand within reach at any time. We’ve already talked about what to expect from tonight. Mentally, I’ve tried to p