My face flames. I reach for my wine again, my eyes fixed on the rows of liquor bottles lined up shoulder to shoulder, like jewel-colored soldiers behind the bar. “Say what you came to say.” “I didn’t come to say anything. I came to listen. I thought you might have something you’d like to say to me, something you’d like to explain.”
they're still doing this cheeky thing! she thinks he knows she has his son, I think he's referring to something in the fake note.... YES!! I'M STILL CONVINCED THE NOTES GOT SWITCHED!! WHY THE FUCK ELSE NOT TELL US WHAT WAS IN THEM?!?!
