“Did you know your mom used to call me Bear?” I purse my lips. This was never supposed to happen. He’s pushing these probationary privileges—big time. If he says a word to Arthur about his connection to him, I’ll turn this knife on him without thinking twice. Arthur laughs, unaware his mother is about to unravel at the seams. “No, that’s silly! Why did she call you Bear?” I swallow and pick my knife up to return to chopping. His gaze burns through me, but I don’t look.
