“G’night guys,” Kurt said, locking the door behind them.
“I’m sorry,” she said. There had been five minutes of near-silence on the line, only the girl crying in the background at his end. She wasn’t sure if he’d set the phone down or if he was listening, but the “sorry” drew a small audible breath out of him.
“I’m really, really sorry,” she said, and her hands felt sticky with blood. “God, I just wanted to save you.”
Mimi was back in bed when they got home. Alan took a shower and scrubbed at his feet, then padded silently around the shuttered bedroom, dressing in the dark. Mimi made a sleepful noise.
“I’m making dinner,” he said. “Want some?”
“Can you bring it up here?” she said.
“Yeah, sure,” he said.
“I just can’t face—” She waved a hand at the door, then let it flop back down to the bed.
“It’s all right, babe,” he said.