Chapter 22
His hesitation was so minute, he doubted Dominique or JT noticed. Gideon didn’t miss it, though. He put his hand on Jesse’s shoulder and squeezed lightly, a silent reminder that Gideon knew exactly what it felt like to stand on the threshold of his own home and have relief turn to dread. He was going to open that door, and Emma would not be there to greet him. He’d go to her studio, and she wouldn’t be there, waiting for him. He’d go up to their bedroom, and the sheets wouldn’t smell of her perfume and skin. The giant house, already full of shadows and echoes, would be even darker than before.
But he couldn’t stand there forever. Gideon might have been patient with him, allowing him to wait until dawn if he needed to, but it wasn’t fair to ask the other three to remain there w
