He turned on the heater and made her favorite brand of coffee, Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee. He said in a deep voice when the coffee’s bitter odor filled up the entire room, “Having trouble sleeping? Is that why you were trying to dig up your past?”

She didn’t deny it.

He sat across the table. His voice was deeper than the dark of night when he spoke. “Our past isn’t exactly pleasant, Zoe. In fact, it is ugly and full of pain. I can tell you everything about it if that’s what you want.”

She