“Are you okay?”
“Yes. As far as they know.”
I hated that concern came before anger.
I hated even more that he noticed.
David said, “When we started talking, I didn’t think it would become anything.”
“So you lied.”
“Yes.”
I looked at Noah.
“Do you live here?”
He leaned against the doorway. “Part-time.”
“My mom works nights at the hospital. I stay here sometimes because it’s closer to school.”
I looked at David.
“You never mentioned a grandson.”
“I mentioned grandchildren.”
“Not one who lives in the next room.”
“I didn’t want you thinking I needed looking after.”
Noah snorted. “He does sometimes. Just like all old people.”
“Noah. Again, you are not helping.”
“You should know that he is irritating like all old people, too.”
I chuckled.
“He leaves cupboard doors open and complains about Wi-Fi like it’s a personal insult.”
David looked at him. “Go upstairs right now.”
