It was already one in the morning when Jasmine got back to Shoreveil.
The second she opened the door, the light in the entryway was on.
Donald was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his back to her, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray in front of him.
When he heard her footsteps, he turned his head.
For the first time, Jasmine saw a look on his face that wasn't exhaustion or tenderness. It was a kind of restrained, cold fury.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice perfectly calm, but the calmer it was, the more unsettling it felt.
Jasmine put her bag on the entryway cabinet, changed her shoes, and said, "Just went out for a walk."
"Walked all the way to the convenience store where Keira works?" Donald stood up and came toward her step b
