Anna woke with a jolt, her breath caught in her throat. The room was dim, morning light barely filtering through the blinds. Daniel lay beside her, still asleep, his arm draped lazily across the sheets like nothing in the world had shifted. But everything had. She stared at the ceiling, heart pounding as images from the night before flooded her. The confrontation. The slap. The way Ray had looked at her after, like she wa...