fade around us.
“Richard?”
He stepped backward.
“I need to go.”
I laughed nervously because I couldn’t understand what was happening.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t be here.”
He turned toward the driveway.
I grabbed his arm.
“You’ve been worried about meeting him for weeks. At least say hello.”
Richard looked at Jason again.
Something in his expression frightened me.
It wasn’t embarrassment.
It wasn’t nervousness.
It was recognition.
“No, Linda.”
His voice fell almost to a whisper.
“I don’t want to see him. I have to go right now.”
“Why?”
He
