There was blood on the collar.

If there’s no affair, no one else — then whose blood is in your car?” The room went quiet, even the white-noise machine seeming to fall away.

Bethany slowly lowered her hands.

Her eyes had gone distant and haunted in a way that frightened me.

Chapter 19 — Not Mine, Not a Lover’s

“That wasn’t my blood, Marlo,” she said, her voice flat and emptied out.