(Author's POV)
Dominic didn't wait for an answer.
He pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside. Juliette was standing at the desk, her back to him. His eyes went straight to the calendar on the wall.
A new red X.
He stared at it for a moment. Then he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"I was wrong tonight," he said quietly. "I keep doing this. I keep letting my head go somewhere it shouldn't, and I take it out on you, and that's not-" He stopped. "I'm going to fix it. Whatever you don't like about me, I'll fix it."
She didn't move. Her body was completely rigid under his arms. Not the way she used to go stiff when she was upset - that kind of stiff always softened eventually. This was different. This was like holding something that had already made up
