“And you know that how exactly?”
“Because I’ve been in love. Yes, I know you think of me as some kind of emotionless monster, but I’m not. I was married, after all…”
Anjali hadn’t known that Mayhew was married. Mikhail had certainly never mentioned anything along those lines.
“My sincerest condolences to your wife then,” she said.
It was a clear jab, designed to provoke him. But Mayhew ignored it. “I was married for fifteen years and I loved my wife, loved our daughter…”
His voice trailed off and a flicker of sadness crossed his face, magnified by the viewscreen. So perhaps Mayhew’s wife, whoever, she was, had finally realised what sort of man her husband was and left him. Good for her.
Whatever private demon had just haunted Mayhew, it was gone again as soon as it had appeared. “Wh
