>Mallory
"Sorry it took me so long. Did something happen?"
Mr. Seymour finally returned to the table after his phone call. The legs of his chair scraped loudly against the floor as he pulled it back and sat down. The sound felt sharp in my ears, making the already tense air even heavier.
He glanced at me, then at my husband, his eyes moving back and forth as if he could sense something was wrong. His smile slowly faded.
Before he could say anything else, my husband placed the wine glass down on the table afting taking a sip.
"Since you're back," he said calmly, his voice low but firm, "I would like to inform you that the deal is off."
My head snapped toward him so fast my neck almost hurt.
He looked completely relaxed, as if he had just announced that dessert was canceled. He wiped the corner of his mouth one last time before pushing his chair back.
"What?" Mr. Seymour's face twisted in confusion, his brows pulling together. "What do you mean, the deal is off?"
