I shouldn't hide anything—I should say everything I want. But can I do that? Can I reveal all my worries to her? I don't think so.
"Tell me," she urged.
I relaxed against my seat and forced a smile. "I didn't think anyone could recognize me," I confessed.
"You are right, but I am different; I have very keen eyes, and I also have an eye for spectacular people. Speak, I'll listen to you."
I sighed, feeling defeated. "I want to know about Beta Benjamin's deceased wife. What type of person was she? Why did she die? How did she die? Tell me how my mom ended up in that house. Why did my mom marry him?" I listed my questions.
"Hmm, I'll be with you in a minute." She stood up, left, grabbed a bottle of water, and returned to her seat. She took a sip and cleared her throat.
"Before I answer your questions, I want to know your reasons for asking them. Do you have a motive?"
My motive? Revenge. I want revenge, I thought, unable to reveal the truth to her.
"Motive?" I asked.