That almost made it worse.
Mallory pressed both hands tightly around her cup. I noticed she had Warren’s habit of rubbing one thumb across the rim whenever he was nervous.
I kept reading.
“Why did you look for him?”
Warren wrote that he told himself Renee would contact him if she ever needed anything.
She never did.
Years passed.
Then Mallory found him.
“When?”
“Last year.”
“I never wanted to before.”
“Why did you look for him?”
“I never wanted to before. But after I got sick, my doctors kept asking about my family medical history. My mother had told me his name before she died, so I finally searched for him.”
My voice sharpened.
“So while I was taking him to appointments, managing his medication, and sleeping in hospital chairs, he was secretly meeting you?”
I hated myself for the anger in my voice.
