I probably should have thought about what I was going to say before I made the call.
But he doesn’t seem to care. “Yes, Miss Sinclair! Thank you for reaching out.”
Still unsure of what to say, I answer with, “Mm-hmm.”
“I have some things I’d like to go over with you if you wouldn’t mind coming in to talk to me.”
“That depends. Are you going to arrest me?” And there’s the wine talking.
He chuckles. “No, I don’t think so. I just have some questions about your father. It shouldn’t take too long. You let me know a time that works for you.”
I tell him I’m off tomorrow, so we settle on a time, and he gives me directions.
I hang up the phone, and I can’t tell if I’m relieved or even more nervous than before.
And the only person I want to talk to about all of it, I can’t. Okay, that’s not true. I’m sure I could talk to Aiden about every bit of this.
But I won’t.