Amy's POV
He didn't say anything immediately. He just looked at me, and the silence stretched out between us like a wire pulled to its limit. I closed the front door carefully. Set my bag down. Stood very still.
"I told you," he said at last.
"I know," I said. "She came up to me. I didn't..."
"I told you." His voice was soft. That was always the worst sign. "I said stay away from them. I said don't talk to them. And you stood out there on the street and talked to her."
"I was trying to get away from her..."
"Amy." He took one step toward me. "Stop talking."
I stopped.
What came next was not quick.
He was methodical when he was this calm that was the thing about Mark at his worst. It wasn't rage. It was cold and deliberate, each movement considered, like he had all the time in the
