“Why are you still up?”
I stared at him.
“Because you didn’t come home.”
He sighed.
“I told you I was going out.”
“You said you’d probably be home later.”
“Well, things ran late.”
“Where were you?”
His face hardened.
“Seriously, Claire?”
I felt my throat tighten.
“Yes. Seriously. I spent the entire night wondering whether you were safe.”
He dropped his jacket over a chair.
“I’m a grown man. I don’t need permission to go out.”
“I didn’t ask for permission. I asked where you were.”
“And I don’t
