(Brad)
I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a long time after she went back up.
The box was still in my hands. My face was burning on the same side Dorian had hit and the sound of her hand connecting with my cheek was still sitting in the air around me like it hadn't fully settled yet. I hadn't seen that coming. Not from Lena. In six years of marriage she had never once raised her hand to me.
She had now.
I looked down at the box.
She'd found it. That was the only thought that kept landing properly. She'd found it and she'd been taking it outside and I'd grabbed it without thinking because panic had replaced everything else the second I saw it in her hands.
This wasn't the only box.
That thought landed harder than everything else. There were other things in this house that I'd pu
