POVShe didn't answer right away, and in three years of marriage I'd learned that Rachel's silences meant more than most people's whole sentences."Damien, you're exhausted," she said finally, that same soft voice she always pulled out when she wanted a conversation to end. "It's been a long, terrible night. Can we please talk about this in the morning?""No." I stayed by the window, arms crossed, watching her face instead of the yard now. "We're talking about it right now. Who is Victor?""An old friend. From before the accident." She moved toward the bed, sat down on the edge of it, careful with her cane the way she always was, like every motion needed to remind me she was fragile. "He heard I was back and wanted to check on me. That's all this is.""He said your name like he owned it.""You're imagining things.""I'm not imagining anything, Rachel. I heard him." My voice came out harder than I meant it to, and I watched her flinch, small, controlled, exactly the amount of flinch t
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