Amanda started to stand.
“Please stay,” I said. “You didn’t create this.”
“Who knew first?”
“Nathan knew. Amanda knew. Tilly drove you to an appointment. I’m your wife, and I knew nothing.”
His shoulders dropped.
“I told Nathan first.”
“Why him?”
“He noticed I kept leaving work.”
Amanda shook her head.
“Why him?”
“You called me after the biopsy because you were scared. And you asked me not to tell Cynthia,” she added. “I told you that wasn’t protection.”
“Tilly came later?”
Conor nodded. “I needed a ride.”
Now I had the timeline.
***
The next morning, Conor sat at the table and sighed.
I knew that sigh meant coffee.
“I needed a ride.”
I kept eating.
“What do you need?”
“Coffee.”
“Then ask me.”
He blinked. “I thought I just did.”
“You sighed and expected me to make it. That’s not the same thing.”
He studied me.
“I thought I just did.”
