Verity had no doubts that Theo knew she was lying, just as she had no doubts that he'd come in and sit down anyway. Sometimes, like now, she felt more as though she were attending an abnormally long visitation than sitting by a comatose man.
When the package was handed to her she shook her head. "That is very kind of you," she said almost robotically, "but I don't want it. I didn't forget, I don't need," or deserve, "gifts."