The restaurant at the Lake Ridge Resort was filled with other wealthy couples. Lucy sat across from Adrian, her back straight and her hands tapping anxiously on her lap. Adrian had ordered a bottle of expensive red wine, and he kept his glass full.
He didn't yell or demand she talk about her classes. He barely looked at her at all, but she preferred it to his usual insults. He spent most of the meal staring at the wall or checking his reflection in the darkened window. Lucy picked at a plate of roasted vegetables, her throat feeling tight.
"The wine is good," Adrian said, breaking the silence for the first time in twenty minutes. He swirled the dark liquid in his glass. "You should have some. Why do you look like that?"
"I'm just tired, Adrian," Lucy replied. She took a small sip. The
