David Renner did not wait for another gallery event.

He found her on campus two days later.

Elena was crossing the main quad between classes, high-necked sweater in place, bag over one shoulder, the lower bruises across her ribs aching in a dull continuous line with every step. Between her legs she still carried the load Marcus had left in her that morning before she left the house—warm, thick, deliberate—because he had backed her against the bathroom door while Victoria was still downstairs and told her to keep it through the day. She had logged it while he was still inside her. The entry lived on her phone like a...