Finn is a heavy sleeper and barely moved as I slipped out from under his arms. I left him slumped over nothing, as if I’d melted into the mattress beneath him. Or as though I was never there.I unlock the front door quietly, even though Nathan has to be up for work soon anyway. Ginger greets me as if she were nearby. The apartment is warm, the lights still on from when I left, and thick with tension. Even Ginger is subdued.“I’m sorry I left you alone, baby,” I whisper into her fur. I prance across the tile entryway with bare, cold feet, seeking solace in the carpet, and nearly scream when I see Nathan on the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees.I cover my pounding heart and take a deep breath. “Jesus, Nathan. You scared me.”His bloodshot eyes track me as I walk farther into the room. “Where the hell have you been?”It takes me a moment to remember my anger, but the evidence is all around us. The melted down candle wax and untouched tableware. The neat lines in the carpet from the vacuum.
