He didn’t look at me, and he didn’t say one word.

He spun on his heel and took the stairs two at a time, his leather sneakers squeaking on the polished wood all the way to the bottom landing.

Vanessa didn’t reach for her blouse or try to tug the quilt over her shoulders.

She hauled a black hard-shell suitcase out from under the bed and flung it open on the mattress with a loud snap of the latches.

“Don’t stand there staring at me like that, Daniel,” she said.