"Nathan, didn't you come home earlier?" Elena asked softly, still in the man's arms. Her voice was barely audible, tucked between the beating of a heart that was beating too fast.

Nathan sighed, slowly released his embrace and looked at Elena softly. "Yeah. But you left your phone in my car," he said, indicating the cell phone Elena had left on the passenger seat. "And somehow I don't feel right."

Elena gave a small nod, then reached for her phone with trembling hands. "Thank ...