I nodded, but he held my gaze. “I’m so, so sorry. I know that’s not enough, and I know this has been hell on you, Olivia.”

“It’s Liv.”

He paused, as if he hadn’t heard right, probably because I croaked the words.

“It’s usually Liv,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be. I answer to pretty much anything except Olive, but . . . most people call me Liv.”

I could see him struggling not to smile, to keep his expression neutral, not to make a big deal out of this. And it wasn’t a big deal . . . except I’d never told Pamela to call me Liv.

“Okay, then. Liv.”

The guard came over and stood behind him. The man didn’t say anything, actually seemed to be respectfully keeping his distance, but Todd nodded, acknowledging the message.

“Time to go,” I said. “I . . . I’ll need to come back. If that’s okay.”

“I’m not sure I can find the time, and it is a terrible imposition, but if you insist . . .”

I choked on a laugh. “Okay. I’ll come back. I do have questions.”

“I’m sure you do. It was good to see you.”

I nodded, stood, and left as he was led away.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The visiting room door opened before I could grab the handle. I looked up at Gabriel.

“Coming to fetch me?” I asked. Then I noticed the window in the door.

He waved me through and shut the door.

“How long were you watching?” I asked.

I waited for him to say he hadn’t been, that he’d known my time was up and had come to meet me.

He said nothing.

I let him lead me away, silent as we exited the building.

Had he seen me sitting there with my back to Todd? Seen me crying? Humiliation and anger swirled hot in my gut.

“I asked you—” I began.

“Not to accompany you inside, so I didn’t. I waited at the door.”

“You watched from the door.”

A slight narrowing of his eyes before he slapped on his shades. “I knew this would be difficult, and I thought it best if I was nearby, in case you needed counsel.”

“What kind of counsel could I possibly—” I swallowed the rest.

If you embarrassed yourself, that’s your fault. Don’t take it out on him.

I started for the car. It took a moment to realize Gabriel still stood outside the prison door.

“What have I done, Olivia?”

“Nothing. You’re right. I just didn’t want—”

I bit off the words, shook my head again, and started to turn away.

“Didn’t want what?”

“You to see what I did in there, how I reacted.”

His head tilted, lips pursing slightly. “Because you were upset?”

“Can we drop it? Please? I’d like to get out of here.”