I wore Tom's shirt as a gown. It befit the occasion. A long night of sweating and shaking in my clothes had them soiled. I'd gratefully taken his shirt, along with the ride.
"Take some time for yourself. Call when you need me."
I nodded, not missing the way he said when instead of if. When I needed him. I kept quiet because I was worried I'd sound hysterical if I defended myself. I didn't need to get worked up. Not now. Especially not after how good he was to me. Slipping me a stack of cash over coffee without a word. We both knew it was more than enough - much more.
A weak smile and I found myself facing my own door, the new key heavy in my hand. Tom had given it to me with the cash. Key, cash and a kiss on the forehead.
The deadbolt was new, looked to be top of the line. It unleashed
