Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
She stood up, gathered her plate, and carried it to the sink, leaving me alone at the table with the cold remains of the meal.
By eleven o’clock, the house was dark except for the bedside lamps in the master bedroom. I sat on the edge of the mattress, untying my shoes, when Nicole came out of the bathroom. She was wearing her silk robe, her hair brushed back.
She stood near the dresser, looking at me through the mirror.
“You need help, Robert,” she said, her voice dropping to that quiet, practiced softness.
“I am perfectly fine,” I said, using the precise construction terms that usually kept my world ordered. “My physical recovery is on schedule. The incision is fully closed.”
“I’m not talking about your abdomen,” she said, turning around to face me. “I’m talking about your mind. You haven’t been sleeping.”
“I have a company to protect,” I said.
“You check the security cameras, you ask Brandon strange questions about the company insurance, and you treat me like an enemy,” she said.
“I am just trying to understand the sudden changes in our accounts,” I said.
