KANE'S POV
She looked smaller since the accident. Not physically, though the bruises and the pallor had done their work but something in her posture had sunk, like she was folding inward to keep something from leaking out. And I couldn’t name it, I mean I didn’t want to name it.
Emotions, when named, become liabilities.
She barely spoke on the ride back from the hospital, not that I’m much of a talker either, but even the silence has texture. Hers was hollow and mine was tight and controlled. I drove with my eyes fixed on the road and my hands on the wheel, I was thinking about everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. About Zane, about the stupid kiss, about the contract clock that was winding down with each second...about her.
When we got back to the penthouse, she disappea
