He and I had yet to speak of Mr. Eastbrook’s departure. Since that day, he’d carefully kept to himself, watching me like I was made of delicate glass. What did he think of his friend abandoning me? I could not help but wonder if he felt responsible for the whole affair. He had introduced us, after all. But of course I did not hold Oliver in any way responsible. In fact, I preferred if we never spoke of it again.
