"What?" Dustin frowned when Florence's gaze swept toward him.

"Why are you looking at me? Are you telling me to be the scapegoat? What the fuck?" he thought.

"Dustin …" Florence forced a smile. She took an apple out of her fruit basket and handed it to Dustin. "Aren't you hungry? Here, have an apple."

"What are you trying to do?" Dustin looked at her warily. It only raised suspicions more with Florence going out of her way to be kind to him.

"Well, you heard what we said, didn't you?" Florence