It was, he realized, what Nick had been trying to mold him into. There but for the grace of God go I, he thought, though it certainly hadn’t been any kind of god that had made Andy walk out. If he were the kind of man who believed in God, though, he might’ve suspected divine inspiration leading him into Scooter’s path, though.
He took a breath. “That’s what the pills are for, then? To help you manage?”
Eleanor glanced at him sharply. Probably the sharpest he’d seen her since he’d arrived. “They’re…for my nervous complaint, Andrew,” she said. “I had a bad patch after you. Well, and your father, he was so…my heart, it wasn’t working correctly. I had these attacks, you see. I couldn’t breathe, and my heart was wild. The medication calms me.” Her entire hand was over her wrist now, hiding the watch completely.