Jack ended the call the moment he saw the door of their bedroom open. The sound of his own voice, still taut from restrained fury, cut off as Selena stepped into view. She was pale, her hair damp from the bathroom, her body wrapped in the calmest version of herself she could manage. But even from across the living room, Jack saw the faint tremor in her hands as she adjusted her handbag strap against her shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked immediately, his voice steady but low, careful not to sound too sharp.
Selena blinked once, her lips parting slightly before she answered. "To work," she said simply, as though nothing had happened, as though her world hadn't been torn open just an hour earlier in that café.
Jack crossed the space between them in long, deliberate strides. He reached her gently by the arm, not enough to restrain her but enough to guide her toward the sofa. "Sit with me for a moment," he said softly, his eyes never leaving her face.
