Robyn
I felt sick to my stomach as I watched the professor struggle to contain his emotions. Next to him, my mother was looking dangerously pale.
“Andrew. What…what are you talking about?”
He turned and grabbed her hand, but I noticed her hand remained limp, like a dead bony bird in his hand. “My dear, I swear to you, it was an accident–”
My mother pulled her hand away. “An accident.” Her voice was brittle. “Like my putting almond milk in the sauce was an ‘accident’?” she asked.
The older man nodded his head. “Yes, yes, exactly. We went to talk to Paul, just to talk to him one last time, to try and persuade him. I knew he was going to be stubborn, so I brought Mike along, just to apply a little pressure, you know…”
“Mike?” I echoed, “Mike Manfreidi, the dirty cop?”
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