The evening was far from over. In the house, there was a tension that I dared not name. I found myself alone with Elgin, Rucker was showing Gwen to her room, she had seen enough for the day. I just had to clean everything. I bent down to what was left of the table to collect the scattered pieces of glass.
“You might cut yourself,” I heard behind my back.
Elgin put his hand on mine as I picked up a large shard of glass. When his hand touched me, it had such an effect that instead of pushing it away, I crushed the glass between my fingers.
“You see?” he said softly, helping me up. “I told you, you’re bleeding.”
A wound slashed my palm.
He turned my hand over and watched the red liquid slowly flow out.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
He ran his index finger gently over the base of my wrist a
