Helen had returned from the pack house earlier, only to meet Brad waiting for her. He had complained about how she kept him waiting, and she had apologized.
She didn’t really care about his feelings at this point, but she needed him to believe she was still foolish enough to trust him, so she had led him into the house, and they had a good time.
Helen’s thoughts kept spiralling. Comfort could be deceptive...
She lay against the pillows, her robe loosely draped around her, appearing relaxed. Brad was beside her, propped on one elbow, his presence familiar enough to seem harmless. But she still couldn’t fully relax around him like before. Everything felt off.
That was what unsettled her.
She had learned long ago that the most dangerous things were never loud.
“Brad,” Helen said quietly
