Chloe flew down the stairs, skipping two at a time, heart hammering like she was running from something. She wasn’t. Not exactly.
The dining room was already lit. Liam sat at the head of the table, arms folded across his chest, not touching the food.
She stopped at the first chair to her right and sank into it, head down.
He didn’t speak at first. Just looked. From her wet hair to the yellow panda pajamas with little cartoon faces all over them. Droplets clung to the ends of her hair and hit the collar.
_Why didn’t she dry it? Was she in a rush? She’ll catch a cold in this weather._
Wait.
_Why am I thinking about her cold?_
He shifted in his seat and exhaled through his nose. He had to be losing it.
“I heard you went outside today,” he said finally. His eyes didn’t
