Chapter 17

• Nathan:
• The knife scraped against the plate, metal grinding against porcelain. Claudia winced. “You are going to end up pruning the plates and they are not cheap. Plus it's artistic.”
• “It's not like you paid for any of them, Claudia. You keep making me buy new plates every other day. I doubt that you're going to be missing these.” I'm altered, looking away from her. Even the idea of sitting at the same table with her was not one that I wanted.