He followed her, concern lining his features, and called out to her through the bathroom door.
“Karli. You okay?” he asked, and immediately thought, wow, what a dumb question, dude. She just lost her husband. How the hell can you even ask that?
He tried the handle, and when he realized the door wasn’t locked, he opened it and gingerly stepped inside. Karli was at the sink, taking handfuls of water into her mouth, rinsing and spitting.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and he noticed how pale her face had become, her blue eyes almost luminescent against a creamy white backdrop.
Without speaking, he moved to the linen closet, grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and placed it at the back of her neck. She flinched and closed her eyes.
“Tell me you were joking,” she pleaded, gripping the sides of the
