where he had been.
Chapter Six: The Question Daniel Couldn’t Answer
After breakfast, Daniel followed me into the laundry room.
I was folding one of my sweaters.
“Claire.”
I placed the sweater on the pile.
“What?”
“Are we okay?”
I looked at him.
“No.”
He stared at me.
“You say that like it doesn’t bother you.”
“It bothered me for a long time.”
“And now?”
I folded another sweater.
“Now I’m tired.”
He looked genuinely unsettled.
“Tired of what?”
I turned toward him.
“Of asking the same questions and getting
