“You’re punishing me.”
I set my mug down carefully.
“I’m stopping myself from paying for things I no longer agreed to pay for.”
His jaw tightened.
“Because of last night?”
“Because last night clarified some things.”
The doorway creaked.
Eleanor entered wearing a burgundy robe, her silver hair perfectly brushed despite the early hour.
“What’s going on?”
Daniel held up his phone.
“She canceled my card.”
Eleanor looked at me sharply.
I saw it then.
Not anger.
Fear.
It was quick, but unmistakable.
“Rachel,” she said, using the slow, careful voice she normally reserved for customer service representatives, “you’re upset. You shouldn’t make financial decisions when you’re emotional.”
I nearly smiled.
“Interesting advice.”
Daniel leaned both palms on the counter.
“You said you were quitting.”
“I changed my mind.”
His head snapped toward me.
“What?”
“I’m working remotely today.”
“You lied to me.”
