Derrick stood up,he didn’t say anything.

He walked toward the window, his back turned to Elena,his shoulders were stiff.

His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides but he just stood there.

Still.

Elena lay on the bed, trying not to move because her back still burned from where it had hit the bed frame.

Her body trembled beneath the blanket but she kept her eyes on Derrick.

Something about the way he stood made her chest tighten.

He was angry.

She could see it in the hard line of his shoulders.

In the way his breathing came through his nose, slow and heavy.

Even his jaw kept...