And suddenly, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
« Michael, please wait outside. »
He stared at me as though I had slapped him.
« Excuse me? »
« You heard me. Wait outside. »
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Then he leaned toward me and lowered his voice.
« Don’t make a scene, Rachel. »
It was the first time that morning he’d called me by my name in that particular tone.
Not affectionately.