Phoebe's POV
"There's something I need to tell you," Perry said after Mason stepped out. His gaze dropped to the untouched food. "You haven't eaten anything."
"I'm not hungry," I replied, my pulse hammering against my ribs. "What is it?" The two poison bottles felt like they were burning holes in my pocket. If he discovered them, especially after what happened with Helen, I'd be finished.
Perry guided me to the sofa and pulled the food tray closer. "Eat while I talk."
Anxiety killed my appetite, but maybe eating would help. At least it would keep my hands busy instead of nervously reaching for the bottles.
I picked up the fork and began eating in silence, waiting for him to continue.
His expression was grave—whatever he was about to say had to be serious. But nothing could have prepared me for his next words.
"Kevin is coming here."
The food nearly lodged in my throat. I jerked my head up, staring at him in shock.
