I couldn't sleep after that.

Around midnight, I gave up and went downstairs for water.

The kitchen light was already on.

Marcus was there. Leaning against the counter in sweatpants and a t-shirt, drinking water straight from the tap.

We both froze when we saw each other.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

"No."

I crossed to the fridge. Got a bottle of water. Took a long drink.

Silence stretched between us.

"This is weird," I said finally.

"Yeah."

"We should probably talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about." His voice was flat. "What happened before—that's done. I'm with your mother now."

"Are you?" I turned to face him. "Because you...