David
Yeah? Who’s Brady?
Every ounce of air left my body, and I leaned against the back wall, just to the side of my seat, giving it all my weight to make sure I didn’t fall.
How does he know?
Was it because he’d listened in on my conversation with Aubrey?
Had he been in Edinburgh?
Had my hotel room somehow been bugged?
Me
Excuse me?
David
You thought I didn’t know? That I wouldn’t find out?
Not just a slut, but a dumb slut.
Me
Again, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You have it all wrong. Please, I beg you, stop accusing me of things that aren’t true.
David
It’s not an accusation.
Me
You know nothing. You’re just reaching for things to use to punish me. I don’t deserve it, David.
David
What about Preston?
I felt all the blood drain from my face.
Me
What about him?
David
Do you remember what I did to him?
Me
I remember what you accused me of, and you were wrong about him too.
David
I wasn’t wrong. You were fucking him.
Slut.