Chapter 5

I ate my anniversary dinner alone. I paid the bill. I took an Uber home.

Ben didn't come back in an hour. He came home at midnight, smelling like cheap diner coffee and cigarette smoke.

I was sitting on the couch in my pajamas, reading a book.

"Audrey, I am so sorry," he started, offering a desperate, pathetic look. "She was completely hyperventilating at the pier. I had to take her to Mario's Diner to calm her down. I lost track of time."

"Don't worry about it," I said smoothly, not looking up from my book.

Ben blinked, clearly unnerved…