"Babs? Bitch. I should have known one thing. Whatever these words begin, with a man like you was never going to stand by his word."

Forget chess. She should have played darts. That was a bull's eye, splitting him to his core. Worse, she was somehow so resident in places he couldn't even begin to inhabit. In terms of saving him, she was laying out rugs on floorboards that were bare, she was hammering up picture frames on walls that were blank, she was placing tables on spaces ...