Life in Harborside settled into an easy rhythm. They both found work. They came home to each other. The days were ordinary in the best possible way.
One evening over dinner, the news ran a segment about a woman who had been groped on the subway and fought back, taking her attacker down herself. The report urged women not to feel ashamed, to resist, to speak up.
Joanna mentioned it to him. His expression darkened immediately. He was angry — not at the woman on the news, but at himself, at the memory of that night on the train when he hadn't been there.
He looked like he wanted to go find the man and handle it personally. She wrapped her arms around him. "It's over. We're not even in that city anymore."
He didn't say much that night, but she could feel it sitting with him.
On Christmas,
