The echo of the door clicking shut was still in the air when I stepped onto the rooftop.

Shane had just left—kissed my bruised forehead, ran his fingers through my hair, and whispered something soft about calling when he was done at the hospital.

He even offered to have someone stay outside the door.

But I needed the silence. I needed the calm before the storm I knew was still coming.

So I slipped into my dark green bikini, grabbed my towel, and took the elevator to the rooftop pool. ...