I closed my eyes.
That was how David knew where I would be.
“I didn’t know your hotel,” he said. “I didn’t know your schedule. Seeing you in that street truly was chance.”
“A convenient chance.”
“Yes.”
“Did Clara come here to stop you?”
“She came because I called her.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid I would ask you to stay.”
The words hurt differently.
I sat downagain.
David took a breath.
“I have a small house outside Valletta. Ruth inherited it from her sister. I planned to sell it after this trip.”
“You live in England.”
“Part of the year. I started spending winters here after Ruth died.”
“So even that was a lie.”
“I told you I was visiting for the first time this year. I let you hear what you expected.”
“You said, ‘First time in Malta?’ as if it was your first time too.”
