Dominic's POV
The week after the biopsy results the weather turns brutal.
January in New York doing what January does, single digits and wind that makes the city feel hostile to human presence. Emma starts wearing a coat I've never seen before, enormous and green, that she says she bought years ago and only uses in genuine emergencies.
"Is this a genuine emergency?" I say.
"Anything below fifteen degrees is a genuine emergency."
She leaves for her Tuesday shift wrapped in it and comes home four hours later with cold hands that she puts directly on my neck without warning.
I don't react. She's been doing it for weeks. I've accepted it as part of the contract I didn't sign.
"You did that on purpose," I say.
"Your neck is warm."
"Get warm another way."
"This is faster." She hangs up
