Claire didn’t kiss me when we stepped inside the apartment.
She stopped just beyond the doorway, clutching her purse tightly against her chest. Under the soft hallway light, her expression looked nervous—almost frightened.
“Adam,” she said quietly, “before anything else happens tonight, I need you to promise me something.”
A knot tightened in my stomach.
Even though our marriage was built on an agreement rather than love, I hadn’t expected any real surprises from her.
