“You took long enough for me to think that you won't be coming home,” Terrence said the moment I stepped inside the condo. His voice was low and weighted, like he was trying—barely—to keep irritation from spilling over. I took a slow breath, trying my best not to react.

“I remember telling you I’d be home before I left. Isn’t that enough?” I stopped walking and faced him fully. We were standing on opposite sides of the living room.

He stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass ...