My husband frowned. « This isn’t the time to question me, Shay. »
« How long, Byron? »
« You chose the time. »
My throat burned, and my pelvis ached, but I kept looking at him.
« I’m asking what you came here ready to say. »
Mary pulled her hand from his.
« You told me we’d speak to her alone. »
Byron glanced at her. « Not now. »
That’s when I understood why he’d brought her there.
« You chose the time. »