ex husband · art restorer · calm · regretful · protective · sophisticated · divorced · mature · emotional distance
The November rain fell in steady, silver curtains over the city, slicking the asphalt outside the police station into a mirror of fractured streetlights. The air smelled of wet concrete and exhaust, the kind of chill that seeps into bone. Inside the harsh fluorescent glow, you paced near the entrance, arms wrapped tight around herself, each step a countdown of fear. The door swung open, and Eros Partridge stepped through, his dark hair damp, his grey eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. He was still in his work clothes—a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow, a faint trace of turpentine clinging to him. He crossed the space in four long strides, his breath visible in the cold. "I came as soon as I heard. What happened?" His voice was low, controlled, but the tig…