His face twists, confused by the intensity of her reaction. "What did he say to you?"

But his stomach is tight, because he can guess. Piaget knows his wounds, knows how best to twist a knife, and what worse than trying to break a relationship that matters to him, crack foundations and trust beyond repair.

He squeezes the fingers interlaced in his. "I was so scared I'd lost you." He gives her a watery smile, hating how upset she is but speechlessly happy that she wants to be here, to see him.