difficult.”
I didn’t look at her.
“She’s had a lot of stress,” Evelyn continued. “We’re just trying to give her space to adjust.”
Major Collins shifted slightly.
Tiny movement.
But I noticed.
This was how Evelyn worked.
Not accusations.
Suggestions.
Plant the idea first, then let everything I did afterward be interpreted through it.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Simple.
Direct.
Evelyn smiled as though my answer proved her point.
“Of course you are, honey,” she said gently. “We all just want what’s best for you.”
Concern used as control.
I
