The next day, at work, everyone was talking about the allergy. I didn’t need to ask. I had already deduced Cord’s mother died of an allergic reaction.
I didn’t say a word. I pondered how Arlene had gotten almonds into Cord’s mother’s food.
I wasn’t going to share my near certainty that Arlene poisoned Cord’s mother. I just watched.
I watched when Arlene arrived. I watched her go to Cord and speak. I watched her disappointed expression that he didn’t scoop her up in arms and run off with her.
To me, as a logical person, her expression was out of place. Her expression when she approached, was as if she was bringing good news.
Her expression when he nodded and walked off was a ripple of anger. I saw it surge through her and was now certain she had been involved.