Lionel rubbed the back of his neck, abashed, and wisely kept his mouth shut.
They stayed for lunch and left under Grandma’s watchful eye, getting into the car together. Hannah sat in the passenger seat, staring silently out the window.
“About the hospital,” Lionel began, breaking the tense silence. “I didn’t go there to see Sandra. She called me and said you were there with Peter. I was worried something had happened to you, so I rushed over. By the time I got there, she said she had lost track of you. I was about to leave when I saw you coming out.”
Hannah didn't respond. Her expression remained blank, as if she hadn’t heard a word he said. Seeing her complete indifference, Lionel’s frustration grew, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Believe it or not, that’s what happened. You can check the security footage if you don’t believe me.”
At that, Hannah turned her head slowly, a single eyebrow raised. “I don’t believe you. And I have no desire to check any security footage. I saw what I saw.”
“Hannah, can’t you be reasonable for once? I’m telling you the truth!”
“Hah!” A sharp, humorless laugh escaped her lips. “So now you know what it feels like to be called unreasonable?”
The car stopped at a red light. He turned to look at her, a confused expression on his face.

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