I closed the suitcase.
Then I looked directly at her.
“You’re right about one thing, Margaret. I am leaving.”
Her smile widened.
“What a relief.”
“But before the day is over,” I continued, “you may wish you’d asked a few more questions.”
For the first time, her expression changed.
Only slightly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I picked up my bags.
“Nothing you’ll understand until tonight.”
I walked toward the waiting taxi without looking back.
Behind me, Margaret muttered something about dramatic women.
Ethan said nothing.
Neither of them
