“I thought you were just going to check on him, Jennie.”

Leo’s voice cuts through the quiet like a guilt-soaked blade. The second I step into the hallway with my shoes in hand and my hair a mess, I see him standing there with his arms crossed and his jaw locked while his tired eyes drag over me. And God, I knew this would happen. I knew it. But I stayed, and I stayed anyway.

“I... I did,” I whisper without meeting his eyes. “He was worse than I thought.”

Leo doesn’t speak at first. He just watches me and studies me. He’s in his navy robe, and he probably...