We had returned to the apartment. There was silence on the drive. Unspoken words were prevalent in the atmosphere. It had a heavy feel like a weight in the body.
I sat on the couch and looked at nothing. The tiny bulky flash drive was in my pocket. It was warm to the touch.
All of it was inside it. I sensed his gaze on me. I kept my eyes off of him. I was unable to. All I could do was stare at the dark window.
At last Carson said something. “Annabel. Will you speak to me?” he asked in a low voice.
I gave him a look.
His expression was a mixture of worry and annoyance. His eyes were surrounded by lines. He appeared fatigued. Possibly guilty. I was unable to tell.
I questioned “What’s there to say?” I spoke in a flat tone.
As he put it “Everything.”
He moved to the coffee table
