than peaceful. Felicity kicked off her heels near the door, leaving them where they fell-one uprigh

rarely drank. She pulled out ingredients mechanically. Tonight was the anniversary. She would cook his favorite meal. Beef Wellington. It was c

rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the knife again

r-to-ceiling windows into a glittering grid of lights. The Beef

the microwave

evator

d Chandler walked into the kitchen. He was loosening his tie, pulling the silk knot free with

xpression didn't change. There was no guilt,

till up,"

licity said softly.

sing the hours of work with

back. The broad shoulders, the tailored suit that cost more than most people

ollow

rt, tossing it onto the ar

the news toda

in his back tense, locking up. Th

dle, Felicity. I don

against the warmth of his back. It was a desperate move. She knew it. She needed to

ildren, Garold?

ent

ut to pry them apart. He pulled her arms from his

olor of steel, and just as hard. There was

h you,"

ave any heat. They

s if he had physically shove

ked shut. A moment later, the sound of the shower started-a ru

The finality of it settled over

congealed and sad. She picked up the plate and scraped the entire meal

er from the tap. Her hand was ste

o in. instead, she went down the hall to the gue

The click was loud in