Apparently detours weren’t the problem.
Then I remembered Adele had spoken warmly about her boyfriend at the Christmas party.
That proved nothing.
Neither did Harold opening a car door.
But it proved one thing I couldn’t explain away.
He had time.
It proved one thing I couldn’t explain away.
***
That evening, I waited until the girls were upstairs.
“I saw you this morning.”
Harold was opening the refrigerator.
“At the hospital?”
“Near it.”
“I saw you this morning.”
His hand stopped on the milk.
“Adele got into your car,” I said.
He relaxed so visibly that I almost laughed.
“Oh. That.”
“Yes. That.”
“Her car broke down.”
“And?”
“And I’m giving her a ride.”
“Her car broke down.”
I shifted my crutches against the counter.
“You told me you can’t take Sasha and Nicki to school because it’ll make you late.”
“It will.”
“But picking Adele up won’t?”
“Her apartment is closer to the office.”