Cynthia who was back to sitting at the edge of the hospital bed next to her husband looked up at him with incredulous eyes, "An interview with that reporter I saw in your office the other day?" she exclaimed remembering the unpleasant event that contained an outburst of her jealousy, as of late, George seemed to have a talent for bringing up subjects she could not have anticipated otherwise.
This literally came out of nowhere.
"Well, either that or a press conference, it's unavoidable at this stage with all the pressure the police has been under, it's the right thing to do," he already guessed that she'd choose the interview over the press conference, the fewer cameras flashing in her face, the better. That much shouldn't have changed for the woman he loved over the years.
George was right about that.
