voice faded.
Then he looked at me.
“I’m sorry.”
I hadn’t expected that.
Not from him.
He continued.
“I knew she pushed too hard.”
Beatrice glared.
“Gerald.”
“I knew Adrian expected too much.”
“Don’t.”
“And I kept telling myself it wasn’t my business.”
He looked at the bank report.
“It was.”
His apology didn’t erase anything.
But at least it was an apology without an excuse attached.
Then Gerald picked up his coat.
“I’m staying with my brother.”
Beatrice stared.
“You’re what?”
“I need time.”
“You’re leaving me over this?”
