The sight almost made me laugh. He was cradling her hand gently, looking at her with concern. Patricia leaned into him, looking up at me with a smug little smile, clearly loving this.
Patricia’s eyes met mine, and her lips curled into a smirk. “Lucille,” she said sweetly, “I had a bad fall on that hike with Kelvin. He was so sweet to take me to the hospital and bring me back here. Hope that’s alright with you?”
“Do whatever you want.” My voice was steadier than I felt. I gripped the suitcase handle tighter, resisting the urge to throw it at her smug face.
Kelvin’s gaze finally shifted from Patricia to me, eyeing the suitcase. His expression was blank, like I was just some stranger on the street. “Lucille, another one of your dramatic stunts?”
Dramatic? After everything?
Patricia chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “She was always a bit over-the-top, wasn’t she?” She said it with a laugh, a glint in her eyes, enjoying this way too much.
I took a breath, letting my gaze drop from him to her, feeling the ache in my chest spread. “Good luck, Patricia. You’re going to need it.”
Kelvin’s jaw tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”