C40 Cracks in the Glass
Ethan leaned against the balustrade of the upstairs landing, his eyes following Rachel as she disappeared down the hall toward their room. She moved too quickly, her shoulders hunched, her steps almost stumbling.
He’d seen that same pattern all day—her sudden silences, her restless eyes, the way she pressed her sleeve as though shielding something. She thought she was subtle. She wasn’t
