“You look exhausted, Bel. Give him to me and eat while the food’s still hot.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Sit down.”
Over the months, I noticed something else.
Whenever Richard made one of his jokes about me, David’s expression changed.
He never argued.
He never made a scene.
But his jaw would tighten, and suddenly he would become very interested in warming a bottle or cleaning something nearby.
Anything except laughing with Richard.
I didn’t think much about it.