She had spent two days in the hospital. This was her first morning back.
Avery took her seat across from him. A six-meter walnut table stretched between them like a barricade. She took a sip of her black coffee, adding neither sugar nor cream. The bitter bite was exactly what she needed right now.
"How is your hand?" Dominic asked. His gaze settled on her left hand, which she had tucked beneath the tablecloth. Avery's fingertips twitched, the jagged edge of her broken nail scraping against her palm.
"Thank you for your concern. It won't be 'well' until the new ones grow in."
The dining room fell silent for several seconds. Dominic set his water glass down, the porcelain hitting the marble with a dull thud. He looked at her, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but the word
