Chapter 14

I have dinner alone that night, and the next night.

And the next one after that.

Three days have gone by since I last saw Malcolm.

And it's official. I despise him.

It's not like I don't know where he is every minute of the day. Oh, no. I do. And that makes it all the more frustrating.

A light wheedling from Martha told me he's presently in his office. I huff out a breath, staring up at the ceiling. A chandelier winks down at me and I start to pull my duvet over my body when I hear it.

A knock on the door.

I sl