Violet went silent, knowing she was in real trouble. He parked the car in the garage and removed his seatbelt swiftly.

“Get off.”

He was too calm, like the sea before a huge storm. She got out of the car; her legs were so weak that she almost stumbled, but this time Ethan didn’t offer a hand to help. He just watched with his tongue poking inside his inner cheek.

He entered the house, and she followed with small steps, still thinking of an excuse. He was walking too fast, making ...