Amelia hugged the thick towel against her chest as she went down the stairs back to the living room. Laurence still stood unmoving in front of the giant window facing the swimming pool towards the back of the house, the wet black shirt he was wearing clung to his body like a second skin. He had yet to say anything and she sensed that he was upset. Although she might have an idea as to why she couldn't bring herself to open up about what he possibly saw when he arrived earlier. She hadn't seen him angry before, and judging by the stiffness of his shoulders and the stoic expression on his face, he was either about to explode in front of her, or walk out of there and never see her again. Both situations brought her impending doom, one she didn't quite know how to handle. Letting out a soft si
