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Helena:
I just need to sleep now.
Jennifer:
If you need anything, just let me know.
Helena:
Thank you.
I threw my cell phone aside and stopped messaging her.
I closed my eyes, but soon regretted it, as my mind was filled with images of Thomas Lennox. The more I tried not to think about him, the more intensely the images seemed to be driven towards my mind.
Cretin, idiot, asshole...
“Helena?”
I stood up when I heard a knock on the door from my grandmother and found her standing in the hallway, holding a simple sandwich with a few slices of salami, cheese, lettuce and tomato.
“I thought you might be hungry.”
“Oh, Grandma, you needn't have bothered.”
“Of course, I needed it.”
“You've looked after me so much.”
“It's not like you haven't done everything in return.”
I smiled at her and accepted the plate from her hands.
“What do you say we go into the living room and watch a movie?”
“Grandma...”
“It's Saturday. You can sleep late tomorrow.”
“You're right.” I gave a half-smile and let her put her hand on my shoulder to guide me.
We stayed together, but my grandmother didn't insist on knowing what had happened. She knew me well enough to know that if I wanted to, at some point, I would open up, but this wasn't it. I just wanted to forget that bad night.
Chapter fifteen
When I got home, I saw the nanny sitting in the living room, doing a crossword puzzle in an old magazine. She looked up and adjusted the pair of glasses that were slipping down her nose.
“You're early, Mr. Lennox.”
“I had a few setbacks.”
“But is everything all right?” He showed a tone of concern.
“Yes. Where are my daughters?”
“I've just put them to bed.”
I was going to question her, but first, I checked the time on my wristwatch and realized that it was already past the time I had agreed to put them to bed.