Chapter 6

When we got home, the table was set — dinner he'd made, a little cold by now.

"I already ate."

His hand paused on the cabinet door.

I was exhausted. I ran a bath and lay against the edge of the tub scrolling through my phone. Dominic's social media was nothing but reposted business news. Aggressively dull.

Elliot came in at some point, took the laundry basket. I shifted instinctively, turning my back. And then the room went very quiet — the kind of quiet that means something.

Two fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. Not hard, not light.

"What happened here?"

Elliot's voice came from behind me, flat and cold.

That was where Dominic had grabbed me earlier.

Suddenly the bathwater felt colder.

"I hit something. During the accident."

He breathed in slowly. His thumb moved over the spot — once, a small motion — then his hand dropped. He set my towel out on the rail.

"Be more careful."

He went to do the laundry.

I stared at the door and couldn't quite find my way back.