“How long was she here?”
At first, I didn’t quite understand what he meant with that, but it soon dawned on me that he had a problem with the length of time that she had been here before he had gotten here. But the fact that she had left without putting up an argument should have already proved that she hadn’t had any ill intentions.
“She wasn’t here for long.”
“Hm. You’re just saying that.”
He didn’t even give me the chance to say anything to counter his assumptions—not that it would have made any difference to him—and came closer to me, running his hands through his hair as he did so. He was far from happy. That much I had been sure of before, and he was only confirming it for me.
“Did she do anything strange while she was here?”
“Strange, like what?”
The look that he gave
