Allie took a deep breath to slow her heart. She had started to sweat.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Simon said, “It’s just a patrol. We’re close to the city but this is a good neighborhood. Still, sometimes they get in.”
“Sometimes what gets in?” Allie asked.
Simon laughed and looked at her as if the monstrosity in the sky were something common.
“Come on in, I’ll make you some brunch,” he said, ignoring her.
“I don’t want brunch,” she said, raising her voice, “I want you to tell me what is going on.”
Simon’s mask of a smile changed. “You know damn well what was going on when you agreed to move here with me. I thought you wanted me to be happy, but no. You can’t stand the thought of it.”
He stormed into the house.
Back where I started, Allie thought. He’s worse than ever. Maybe we’re not me
