Henry brushed past her quietly and dropped his bag on the counter with a dull thud. His shoulders were tense, hands slightly unsteady as he raked them through his already messy hair. A rough breath escaped him—long and uneven, like it had been sitting in his chest all night.
"There was an accident on Elm and Broad earlier today," he said finally, his voice low and tight around the edges. "A bad one. I was on my way back home to grab some documents I'd forgotten, and then… I saw it. The wreck." He shook his head slowly, as if the image was still burned behind his eyelids. "I couldn't just keep driving."
Her stomach dipped. "An accident?"
"Yeah." He finally turned to face her fully. "A cab got sideswiped by a van. Hit hard. The car spun out and flipped." His voice faltered for the briefest second. "It was brutal, Eliana."
She covered her mouth with trembling fingers. That same intersection. The same one she had passed through earlier. "Oh my God."
