I pulled my thick winter scarf out of my coat pocket and arranged it carefully over the top to hide the square shape.

A dark shadow fell across the kitchen island.

Gregory stood perfectly still in the doorway.

He wore his tailored charcoal suit and blocked the only way out of the room.

“What exactly are you doing in here?” he asked.

I dug my fingernails into my palms, forcing my hands to stop shaking.

“Why are you home from the office?

Did someone call you?” I asked.