Reflection 16Here I am in the Bentley again.
The car that has meant so much to me in the past that it is almost like coming home, and yet, I am determined not to be anything but cold and distant to David.
I can see his profile out of the corner of my eye and he is just as devastatingly handsome as ever, except that he looks a little thinner.
There is something taut and rather fine-drawn about him, which I can’t remember noticing before.
He is looking straight ahead and he hasn’t said a word to me since he came to my side about half an hour after dinner and said quietly,
“I think it’s time we left, Samantha. I’m going to take you home.”
It wasn’t a question of ‘may I?’ or ‘will you?’ He just stated a fact.
Before I could find an answer, he had taken me across the room and out of the
