I do not wake him.
I lie there for a long time with the phone face down on my chest and the city humming outside and Rhys breathing slow and steady beside me, completely unaware that while he was falling asleep, Vivienne filed a civil lawsuit with his name attached and it has been sitting on news feeds for however long it takes these things to spread.
Which is not long. I know because I turn the phone back over and open the alert and the article already has four hundred shares.
I get up carefully, slow, lifting his arm and sliding out from under it without disturbing him. I find his shirt on the floor and pull it on and take my phone to the living room and close the bedroom door behind me.
I sit on the couch in the dark. Think.
Tasha knew I was coming here tonight. I told
