*Olivia’s POV*

Why did I wait until dawn to come to Gabe? I looked at the empty whiskey bottle on the floor, then at his distant eyes.

“Did you sleep with her?” I asked.

Gabe blinked repeatedly, as if he couldn’t muster a single word, no matter how hard he tried.

“Did you sleep with her, damn it?” I shouted, snapping him awake.

Gabe stood, disoriented, scrambling to find his clothes among Ingrid’s, who remained naked on the couch, feigning embarrassment while ...