"I found something," Leo said then, carefully. "When I was making up the bed. In the drawer." He held her gaze when she looked up. "I'm not asking to embarrass you. I'm asking because I need to understand."
Amy looked at him for a long time. Her expression moved through several things the familiar instinct to close, to redirect, to say it's not your business and build the wall back up and he watched her work through it and come out the other side of it into something more tired than defended.
"It started after our parents died," she said.
He went very still.
"They died in a car accident," She stopped. Looked at the window.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Mark was already he'd been difficult. After their deaths, he drank more. He was angrier." She exhaled slowly. "And then she wasn't here. And
