Chapter 5

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

Nathan didn't come back in an hour. He came home at midnight, smelling like burnt coffee and Cassidy's vanilla perfume.

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

"Elise, I am so sorry," he started, offering a desperate look. "She was hyperventilating at the overlook. I had to take her to Maple Street Grill to calm her down. I lost track of time."

"Don't worry about it," I said without looking up from my book.

Nathan blinked, clearly unnerved by my…