He didn’t look up from his work.

“Did she?”

“She apologized for leaving so suddenly the other night,” I said.

“She sounded tired.”

“Chloe cares about you,” Daniel said, setting the folded pillowcase on the stack between us.

“She just worries too much about things she doesn’t fully understand.”

I watched his hands move over the smooth fabric, calm and completely unhurried.

A small, dangerous doubt began to settle in my mind, whispering that perhaps I had misread everything over the past two weeks.