Semua Bab Fifty-Fifty: Mr. Blake, This Is What Fair Looks Like: Bab 21

Catherine Mason was acting bizarre, and it was getting on my last nerve. He wouldn't stop lingering around me, his dark eyes following me around like a shadow that couldn't find its sun. When it was my turn to fold the kids' laundry, he’d suddenly appear, silently taking the basket from my hands. When I walked into the living room, tired from work, I'd find my space dusted, my books aligned, and a fresh glass of iced water sitting beside on the table waiting for me. It was unsettling. "He even made dinner for me today, Sarah," I said into my phone, leaning back against my office chair during my lunch break. "He didn't say a word. Just placed the dish beside the kids, and sat down and started eating. I can't figure out what he's playing at." On the other end of the line, Sarah let out a long, skeptical whistle. "Well... that does sounds deeply suspicious. Maybe he's finally realised how much you've been doing and just wants to... thank you?" "Hmm... I don't know," I muttered. "It