Abigail, who had just stretched herself in bed, sat up again and stared at him.
His gloomy face made her stomach tight.
She opened her mouth and quickly closed it again, not daring to say anything. She had not forgotten how furiously he had glared at her in the car. Her eyes followed him, and she watched him place the medicine in the drawer.
When he directed his sharp eyes at her, she lowered her head.
"It is all because of your carelessness," he said. Each word appeared to have been passed through an ice tube. "The weather is cold, and you still came out without the overcoat the day before. You know how your health is, don't you?"
"I told you I forgot," she muttered, not looking him in the eyes.
"You forgot!" Christopher's annoyance grew. "Everyone gets dressed properly before leaving the house. You forgot to put on something warm. What else should I call it besides carelessness? Or are you trying to prove something?"
"I was not trying to prove anything. I simply forgot."
