The estate felt quieter than usual when they returned. The gates closed behind the car with a heavy sound. Gerald stepped out first and waited for Lily. She followed him inside without speaking.
In the living room Gerald poured himself a drink and leaned against the counter. Lily stood a few steps away, arms loosely crossed.
“You’re still angry,” she said.
“You still went behind my back.” He retorted.
“I did.” She didn’t sound apologetic. “And I’d probably do it again if I thought you would lock me in here the second I told you the truth.”
Gerald looked at her over the glass. For the first time he really noticed how direct she was being. No careful tone. No soft edges. Just straight words.
“You’re getting bold,” he said.
Lily gave a small, tired shrug. “I’ve been beaten, humiliated
