Chapter 18

When I pulled my hand from the wall and turned it over, I could tell by his sudden intake of breath that I wasn’t the only one who could see his daughter’s name etched into the tender flesh of my palm.

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I got off the bed and moved past him. I stumbled on the bedclothes that our sex had scattered to the floor. I could hear him following me, reaching out to grab me but I lurched forward avoiding his touch. The screen door that led to his tiny balcony stuck in its old tracks so that I practically had to yank it open.

“Anson!” Barrett called out my name and when he tried to follow me out onto the patio, I held a hand up for him to stop. I could hear his breathing, could feel the fear coming off him.

“It’s dark,” I said as I looked up at the sky. I was searching for something I knew wasn’t there.

“What are you saying?”

“Moon dark,” I said slowly as if I could taste the words. I couldn’t look at him, even though I wanted to pull him close, I couldn’t do it.