I frowned and shook my head, with my eyes on him. "Why didn't he ask about my sore foot?

It was too painful to stand up, how could I appreciate what he said?" I thought to myself.

White light blazed in my mind. He should have asked about my foot injury when he first saw me, instead of pulling me to run. Unless he didn't know it at all.

"He didn't know? Who made that call?" I thought. Thinking of Irene looking downstairs and her tone, then, recalling what she had said on the phone, I became limp and gasped.

"Was he?" I wondered.

He knew I was coming back...