Chapter Eight – The Surprise Test
Some traps are written in ink. Others come without warning.
Julia was in the kitchen when it happened.
The kettle had just started to whistle. She moved to lift it, steam curling up around her face, when the sound of the front door unlocking froze her in place.
Daniel.
He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.
Her heart jolted. She quickly set the kettle aside, wiped her hands, and braced herself.
When he stepped inside, she knew at once something was wrong.
Daniel wasn’t smiling.
He wasn’t carrying his briefcase.
His eyes were sharp, hungry, as they locked onto her.
“Jules,” he said softly. Too softly.
Her stomach knotted.
“Yes?”
He closed the door slowly behind him.
“I want to try something today. Something new.”
Her blood turned to ice.
“Somet
