“You didn’t know.”
“I should have.”
He looked directly at me.
“No.”
I swallowed.
“You should have listened to yourself.”
Then he pushed an envelope across the table.
“There’s something else.”
I didn’t touch it.
“What?”
His face changed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Bram.”
He sat down.
“You need to listen to me.”
“No.”
“Bryony.”
“You used my name.”
“I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“It was for a meeting.”
“A meeting?”
“Yes.”
“With my sister?”
He didn’t answer.
“With my sister?”
“Yes.”
“Why was my name on the room?”
He stared at the table.
“Because Sasha booked it.”
“Why?”
“She thought it would be easier.”
“Easier for what?”
Silence.
I leaned forward.
“What were you planning?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me again.”
He looked at me.
“We were talking about the future.”
“My future?”
“Our future.”
I laughed.
“You don’t get to say our future.”
