“Besides, dinnae ye have some secret thing ye must run off tae London for?” Her blood-shot eyes pinned him where he sat on the edge of the bed. Fox felt winded. This wasn’t Leah. This wasn’t his wife. She might be insistent on certain points, but she was never unkind. Not to him. Not to anyone. He had never seen this fractious side of her. He didn’t realize she had a fractious side. She is grieving, he reminded himself.
