CHAPTER 27
I wake up in an empty bed. It’s early, but the sun is already streaming in through the gap between the curtain and the wall. In an old house, there are no right angles or level surfaces. Everything is a little off.
With my pyjama bottoms still somewhere in the kitchen, I walk across the room in my top and panties to grab my bathrobe from the back of the door. My body feels lazy and satisfied, soft from all the loving the night before.
Jeff was good to me, but with an undertone that bothers me in hindsight.
I get to the top of the stairs and see him in the hall, halfway between the stairs and the front door, as if undecided about where to go and if he is coming or going.
When he senses me at the top of the stairs, he looks up. His expression is one of uncertainty, like he wa
