Under One Roof
Emily
"What's wrong?"
Seth's question hung between us on the courthouse steps while the last of the well-wishers filtered away, and I realized my hand had gone rigid around my phone.
I turned the screen toward him instead of answering.
He read it once. Then again, slower, his jaw tightening by degrees until the muscle stood out sharp beneath his skin.
"When did this come in?"
"Just now."
He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't offer some hollow reassurance either. He simply took my elbow, steady and certain, and steered me toward the car with a pace just quick enough to feel like urgency without looking like panic to the cameras still lingering across the street.
"We'll deal with it at the house," he said. "Not here."
The house.
Two words, and my whole life rearran
