Iris
“Leonard,” I say cautiously, managing a tense smile. “I’m surprised to see you here. Is Wendy here?”
“Your parents were kind enough to invite me. I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to ring in the new year with such… distinguished company. Unfortunately, Wendy was feeling under the weather tonight.”
The way he says “distinguished” makes my skin crawl. I glance around, looking for Arthur, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Probably still talking with my father.
“Well, it was nice seeing you,” I say, already turning to leave. “Happy New Year.”
“Wait,” Leonard says, reaching out to place a hand on my arm. I tense at the contact, and he quickly withdraws it. “I wanted to ask you about something.”
“What?”
“Your son. Miles.”
My pulse quickens. Last I heard him mention
