That was not the topic of conversation she wanted to dive into, not yet. She would have preferred if he’d continue feigning ignorance. For both their sakes. But here they were. Although her arms remained folded, her hands stayed hidden, curling until her nails could dig into her palms. Lucy didn’t want to hear the way he let her name out, the alternative leaving its mark and bringing on a tightness to her throat. She had to swallow past it.

“You can skip the history lesson, Desmond.” Her words were clipped, a hint of strain behind them. “I was there with you.”

And look where it’d gotten her.