“Do you want to leave with me?”

She nodded against my shoulder.

Dalton stepped into the mouth of the hallway, blocking it.

“She isn’t going anywhere.”

I want to describe the way he looked at me in that moment, because it told me everything about how the next weeks would go.

He was not looking at me the way you look at a fiancée who has just caught you, with shame or panic or even anger.