She nodded.
Then she reached across the table and caught my hand.
“Claire, I think Richard is afraid of something. Not of losing the money. Not of losing you. Something else.”
I looked at her.
“What do you think it is?”
She hesitated.
Then she whispered, “I think he knows someone is going to die.”
I couldn’t speak.
Outside, a car passed slowly along the street.
Neither of us looked away from the window until it disappeared.
Chapter 5: Saturday’s Surprise
Richard came home on Friday evening carrying flowers.
He had never bought me flowers without a reason.
Usually, they arrived after an argument or before he needed something.
This time, he placed them on the kitchen island and kissed my cheek.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “Perhaps six months is too long for Vesna to stay.”
I looked at him.
“Really?”
“Perhaps three months would be better.”
I nearly laughed.
