Chapter 46

I crept to the washroom, where I fetched what I needed to clean him up. When I came back to the kitchen, he was staring off into space. “Gimme your foot, please.” Cuts and burns were a daily occurrence in a kitchen and I’d patched up much worse than this. Using my cell phone’s flashlight, I cleaned out his wound and bandaged the cut. “There you go,” I said, looking up at him. “Good as new.”

“Thank you.” He raised his foot to check, looking troubled.

I stood. “Rough night?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

He looked away. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. It’s fucking over.”

“With Ethan you mean?”

“Yeah.”

I went around the kitchen island and back to cleaning up the mess. “Good.”

“You don’t like him, huh?”

“Hell no. You deserve better.”

“Let me help you with that—”

“No, don’t come back here. You’ll cut yourself again.” But I could feel him standing behind me, hesitating. “What is it?” I asked, rising and tipping my head.