The End of Love
After a long pause, he finally said softly, “Taz, I planted all of these myself. They’re all your favorite flowers. Do you like them?”
His cautious demeanor was like that of a child seeking approval.
I found it amusing and did not bother to answer him.
“Hugh, don’t you know I’m a germaphobe? This estate has been tainted by trash living in it. It’s dirty.”
The smile on his face froze.
He immediately blurted out, “No one else has lived here, Taz, just you!”
Seeing that I remained silent, he assumed I did not believe him.
He waved his hand and had his men drag a disheveled woman up from the cellar. It was Lana.