“I can’t explain everything. Some of it isn’t mine to share.”
I stared at him.
“Then explain the part that is yours.”
He looked up.
“You took vacation days,” I continued. “You got dressed for work every morning. You carried your laptop out the door. You came home complaining about meetings and traffic.”
He nodded.
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because Frank asked me to keep his situation private.”
“Then you could have told me you were taking leave.”
“You would’ve wanted to know why.”
“Of course I would’ve. But you could’ve said someone needed your help and you weren’t allowed to discuss the details.”
Eliam fell silent.
“I thought you’d be concerned,” he eventually admitted.
“Concerned? Do you have any idea how frightened I was when your receptionist told me you hadn’t been there all week?”
He lowered his eyes.
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do.”
