I pressed the button twice, watching the flash flicker against the glass.

I stared at the dark purple bruise on my cheek on the phone screen.

I turned off the screen just as Mark stepped out of his bedroom down the hall, his leather dress shoes clicking fast against the oak floorboards.

He stopped three feet from me, his gray silk tie hanging unknotted around his white collar.

“Who are you calling at seven in the morning?” he asked.

I slid the phone into my cardigan pocket and smoothed the front of my cardigan down with both thumbs.