I wait for her to shout, deny, or run away to cry, but she does none of this. Instead, she calls me out. “Don’t stand here and act like you didn’t ask him all this when you hired him, and no,” she bites out. “He didn’t tell me that. I knew I was being watched, and two and two makes four.” Watching her? “What do you mean watching you?” She sighs. “There’s no reason to deny it now.”
