Morning light in Danielle's guest room felt unreal. Goodness gracious! I slept so good my body aches!

For a few seconds I only listened - water somewhere in the house, a distant voice, no Sam, obviously. The night came back in pieces: the hallway, the fight, the street, Ben's mouth, the way he had left still wound tight with restraint. I sat up slowly.

Danielle knocked once and came in with coffee. She looked at me the way she had in the car - inventory first, comfort second.

"You slept."

"Some."

She handed me the cup and sat on the edge of the chair. "You're not going back into that...