CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The knock came at two in the morning.
Three raps. Quiet. Precise.
I knew that knock before I even reached the door.
I opened it.
Daniel stood in the corridor. No jacket. White shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. Eyes doing that thing they weren't supposed to be doing…the thing that had no coldness in it and that he clearly hadn't given them permission to do.
"You're keeping something from me," he said.
My heart stopped completely.
I kept my face still,my shoulders relaxed. Performed calmly the way I had been performing it my entire life…for my mother, for bill collectors, for every situation that required me to look unbothered while everything inside me was doing something unreasonable.
"I don't know what you mean," I said.
He looked at me.
Just… looked.
