eside me. It was just a slip of the tongue. A mistake. Martha was old, tired, and as Olivia had said, conf
from the past. The business trip to Chicago last year where she'd posted a photo online, and a friend had commented, "I didn't know your conference was in Denver!" Olivia had laughed it off, saying the friend was
for dinner. It was a good excuse to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the house, where Martha wa
sing on the list. Milk, bread, chicken, vegetables. Normal things for a normal life. I was just
m, h
rything I wasn't. He was a sales executive, loud and confident, always dressed in expensive, casual clothes. He drove a sports car
going?" I said, try
up and down, his eyes lingering on my simple t-shirt and jeans. "Looks lik
for a bit," I said, not
e. "You're a braver man than I am, Liam. A man's home
talking about. "It's jus
eye. "Just some friendly advice. You seem like a good guy, a bit too trusting maybe. You gotta keep y
sinuation I couldn't quite grasp. It fel
ollow," I said, m
ke you? I figured you'd be good at reading between the line
t was meant to seem friendly but felt more l
my stomach now feeling like a block of ice. What the hell was that about? Protect
was
checkout, I fumbled with my wallet, dropping my credit card on the floor. My mind was a mess, replaying Mark's weird comments and Martha's slip about Miami.
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