(Sean's POV)
"You knew," she says. Barely a whisper now. "You already knew. Before tonight. Before you even called me."
"I knew before I sat down."
"Then why—" Her voice breaks apart completely on the next word. "Why bring me here like this? Why not just send them to my house?"
I let the silence stretch. Let her stand there in it, cuffed, waiting, the candle throwing shadow up the side of her face.
"Because you spent two years teaching my son that his mother didn't love him," I say. "Because you sat across from me in restaurants just like this one and asked if I was okay, the same night you'd already arranged for my wife to freeze to death on a mountain." I don't raise my voice. I don't need to. "I wanted you to know exactly what it feels like. Being invited somewhere you think is saf
