“You don’t have to worry about me coming home.”

Eleanor stared down at the key, her hands going still on the front of her blazer.

“You’re being completely unreasonable.”

“I’m being clear,” I said.

Arthur took half a step forward, his hand reaching toward my arm, but he stopped himself when Eleanor turned her head.

I left them standing by the marble counter and took the stairs up to the third floor.

The guest room was completely quiet when I clicked the door shut behind me.