But he has. The evidence is right in front of my eyes in that smashed plate and scattered food.
My pacing takes me to the door, and to a bag lying just inside that I hadn’t noticed before. More food? Curious, I reach down and pick it up. Peering inside, I suck in a breath.
Sanitary napkins.
What? My op was a month back, I don’t need them now. And even if I did, Duke would never have thought to get them, and despite us being husband and wife, I’d never have asked.
It’s a message from Niran.
I frown. But what message? Is it a sign he’s still looking out for me as he did before? How does that gel with a man who returned me to a monster he knew would make my life a misery?
That it doesn’t is a conundrum I can’t understand right now.