FLYNN'S POV
Harrison showed up at nine with a bottle of Scotch and no explanation.
I let him in without a word. We walked to the kitchen because the living room felt wrong tonight. Too open. Too full of the shape of her.
He set the bottle on the counter. Found two glasses without being told where they were. Poured wine and said nothing.
We drank standing up for a while. The kitchen light was too bright and neither of us moved to fix it.
"She went to Sienna's apartment," I said finally.
Harrison looked at his glass. "I know."
"She saw the baby things. The vase she'd bought me two years ago. Sienna had it on her counter." I stopped. "I gave it to her because Sienna's apartment had nothing personal in it. I… I thought it would help."
"Flynn."
"I know how it sounds."
"Do you? Because
