act as normal as possible.
“And what are you doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be home with Sarah?”
Robert shrugged with a careless gesture.
“She went out with some friends, and I thought I’d come visit you. We haven’t spent time together in days.”
How ironic, I thought bitterly. He had barely visited me for months, and just today, the day he stole all my money, he decided it was a good time for a family visit. Of course, I now perfectly understood his real intentions. He wanted to be here when I discovered my account was empty. He wanted to see my reaction, pretend surprise and concern, and play the role of the devoted son who would do everything possible to help his poor, victimized mother.
“That’s sweet of you, son,” I managed to say, even though the words burned my throat. “Do you want me to