A Talk
“Of course, dear,” she said, setting the tea down in front of him before taking a seat across the table. “What’s on your mind?” Thad took a deep breath. “It’s about Annie. She hasn’t been feeling well lately, and I was wondering if you had any idea why. Do you think it could be something in the food?”
His mother’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, Thad thought he saw a flicker of something—was it guilt?—in her expression.