'That was so damn scary.'
Mrs. Redgrave looked at her son with an inscrutable gaze. "You don't want to divorce Hannah?"
Nathan Redgrave did hesitate. From the moment Hannah Hale had brought up divorce, a dissenting voice had been screaming in his mind, telling him not to go through with it.
That voice was telling him not to get a divorce.
"I haven't decided yet."
Nathan Redgrave took a long drag from his cigarette, filling the air with hazy smoke. He wearily raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the sofa.
"When Hannah gets here, you give her a proper apology. There's no such thing as an overnight grudge between a husband and wife. Hannah will forgive you."
Nathan Redgrave said nothing, sitting there quietly, lost in his own thoughts.
"Grandma, aren't you just setting Hannah up for a fall? My uncle is a total scumbag. He doesn't deserve her."
