The inner turmoil was still brewing when she pulled her eyes away from him and headed for the door. He didn’t say anything, and she took that as a good sign because she fully expected him to tell her to go to hell. Once she was downstairs and the night air hit her directly in the face, a tear sprang free, but she brushed it away with the back of her hand and kept walking, unwilling to admit that whatever he had become had been able to get to her.

Though she understood she needed to ...