Daniel stopped inside the doorway.
She turned a page.
“Claire.”
“There’s pasta in the refrigerator if you’re hungry.”
He stared at her.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m tired.”
“You’re tired?”
She finally looked up.
“Yes.”
Daniel almost laughed because the answer was so absurdly normal.
“You saw me.”
“I did.”
“With Sabrina.”
“I saw that too.”
“So say something.”
Claire closed her book around one finger.
“What would you like me to say?”
PART 2
Daniel swallowed hard.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Claire looked at him for a long moment.
“That’s the problem, Daniel. You haven’t known what to say for a very long time.”
He sat in the armchair across from her, suddenly aware of how quiet their house was.
No television played in the background. No music came from the kitchen. Even the clock on the wall seemed louder than usual.
