The look she shot him as they walked out to their cars was as frigid as the morgue. "This wasn't some conspiracy to keep you in the dark," he began. Her head snapped around so quickly that her bob of dark hair swept into her eyes, making her grimace. "Because you always keep secrets with my mother?" He pressed his lips to a thin line. "She asked for my discretion. I gave her my word but I did try very hard to convince her she should tell you." "I can't believe she thought I'd go all judgmental on her about buying a lottery ticket. It's not like she makes a habit of it." She stopped short of the car, finger-combed her hair away from her face and turned her gray-eyed glare on him. "Does she?" "How would I know? I don't think so." Hannigan slumped against her car door. "I'm sorry. I guess this is sort of a volatile subject for my family." She looked worried and tired, making him wonder what other troubles she had on her mind. She'd been distant over the past couple of weeks, careful around him, as if she didn't trust herself—or him.
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