Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
He didn't understand. That much was so very evident when she began to protest and claw at him like digging fingertips might find purchase in him and unload some common understanding. She was freaking out. Caspar recoiled, pulling back from her even as she let go of his hands. This hardly made any sense. In a word, it was complicated... and Caspar didn't function well with complications. Amy wanted him to pretend he'd never seen her? This did not jive with the twisted machinations of his father, which he'd suspected. If his father didn't know that Amy was here, how could he be responsible?
"He doesn't know you're here," a statement meant to drill it into his brain. Who but his father had the power to orchestrate such a resurrection? Amy had "died", more than once, according to those old newspaper articles that he'd laid out like coasters for glasses of scotch in the weeks after Marcus' death. First she'd died in the backyard, right? But no, just kidding, then she died in custody. And now the joke was on Caspar even still, because here she stood before him. Who but his father could have...?
But she said that his father didn't know, and the fear in her eyes made Caspar believe it was the truth. How couldn't he know, though? The man knew God's secrets. "Give me one reason not to tell him about this?"