THE room was quiet, too quiet, except for the steady tick of the clock on the nightstand. Amelia lay sprawled on her side, her eyes fixed on the ceiling though the lamp had long been switched off. The sheets tangled around her legs felt heavy, suffocating.

Every time she closed her eyes, his face appeared. Adrian's expression at the board meeting, the shock, the silence, the way his gaze clung to her like a shadow. It replayed over and over, as if her mind refused to let her rest.

She shifted, punching the pillow beneath her head. It was no use. Her chest tightened with unspoken emotions, emotions of anger,...