That stopped me.
I left through the service corridor.
But I didn’t go far.
I stood behind the half-open pantry door and listened.
Marcus Bennett entered laughing.
He sounded charming.
That made him more frightening.
“Nephew.”
Christopher’s voice was flat.
“Marcus.”
“I heard you hired a new nurse.”
“Caregiver.”
“A pretty one?”
My skin crawled.
Christopher said nothing.
Marcus continued.
“You should be careful who you allow inside this house.”
“Why?”
“People get curious.”
My heart began racing.
Marcus knew.
I was sure.
After he left, I rushed upstairs.
Christopher was furious.
“You were listening.”
“Yes.”
“I told you to leave.”
“And I didn’t.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Rachel, this isn’t a game.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
He suddenly slammed his fist against the wheelchair armrest.
