The Garden Came Chapter 9
“How big was the mosquito? I’m coming back right now to beat it to death and feed it to the dog.” Charles Gresham said, his voice brooking no argument. He’s convinced something’s going on here. I figured it would take Charles Gresham about forty minutes to drive back from the company. Plus the elevator and parking, call it fifty minutes. “Ryan Gresham, are you crazy? Charles Gresham’s back!” I was terrified. He was unconcerned. “What’s to be afraid of? He’s coming from the office; with traffic, it’ll be an hour.” An hour later, Charles Gresham rushed into the sky garden, looking disheveled. I was pruning the roses when he saw me. He looked surprised. ‘Eva, are you the only one up here in the sky garden?‘ Who else would be?‘ I glanced at Charles Gresham with feigned indifference, secretly panicking. Thankfully, Ryan Gresham had left five minutes earlier. Charles Gresham didn’t believe me. He searched the sky garden and found an eye mask in the sofa cushions. He demanded, ‘Where did this eye mask come from?” I smoothly replied, ‘I just took a nap on the sofa. It’s normal to wear an eye mask during the day, isn’t it? What’s the problem?” He sniffed the air, frowning. “Why is the fragrance so strong?” I replied, “Oh, I just broke a bottle of flower dew, so the scent’s a bit overpowering.” The greenhouse has flower dew extracted from fresh flowers. I deliberately smashed a bottle about two minutes ago. Charles Gresham’s face darkened. He took the pruning shears from my hand, set them aside, and hugged me. “You’re tired. Go back inside.” I shivered. If he decided to punish me now, it would probably confirm his suspicions. On the way downstairs, Charles Gresham asked me again, “What’s that red mark on your neck?” I reached up to touch it, and said without missing a beat, is there? Oh, isn’t that from you this morning?” A dark lie…