Chapter 50

• "Darling?"
• "Uh...sorry, what?" I am so fucking out of it. I blink at her, fork halfway to my mouth, I have been mindlessly stuffing my face, paying little attention to what she is saying.
• "Are you okay, darling? You seem pretty distracted. What is the matter?" Christine drops her fork and fixes me with an interested look. I look away from her gaze, feeling hot under my skin. I am a terrible liar, but somehow people don't believe that about me because I learnt quite early in life and business, that a great poker face will save your life and money. So it is something I do without even thinking about it much. Deep down, I am losing my shit.