I froze, caught red-handed.
“Put that down. Right now,” he whispered, a subtle urgency in his voice.
“I’m sorry, I just—”
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” he interrupted. Then his stern expression melted into vulnerability. “Please… don’t tell her. She thinks you love her cooking. She thinks she’s finally getting it right again.”
The Hidden Truth
I sat down beside him, confused and tense. That’s when Henry told me the story that changed everything.