At noon, Gregory appeared with flowers.
The first thing he asked was:
“Where’s the thermos?”
“The doctor banned outside food.”
His smile disappeared for less than a second.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Gregory.”
“I know better than they do what’s good for you.”
Something inside me went cold.
Three months earlier, Gregory had asked me to give him a share of
Vanguard Designs.
“If something ever happens to you, someone has to take care of things.”
I refused.
Vanguard existed before our marriage.
I had financed the company with money inherited from my parents.
Gregory occasionally introduced clients and received commissions.
He was never an owner.
A few days after I refused, he asked whether I had a will.
I had laughed.
Now I did not find it funny.
That afternoon, I asked Hannah for help.
She had a small recorder she used for nursing coursework.
We placed it beneath the sheet near my pillow.
