What was happening to me?

VIVIAN

I followed him quietly into the room, my legs trembling as if they might give out at any moment.

The sight of his bloodied hand, the wound on his head... it all pointed to something I couldn’t accept.

Something I didn’t want to believe.

As I entered, Jack walked straight to the dresser, not saying a word, as if nothing had happened.

His movements were slow, he was exhausted but trying to hide it.

I watched as he reached for the first aid box from the top drawer and began cleaning the wound on his head with shaky hands.

My throat tightened as I stood there, watching him in silence for a moment before the words burst out.

"Jack, how did you get that bruise?"

He didn’t look at me. His focus remaining on the wound as he pressed a cloth against the bleeding spot. “It’s nothing, Viv. Just a scratch.”

I took a hesitant step forward.

“That’s not an answer. Where did you get hurt? You weren’t here when I got home, and now you show up bleeding from the same place I hit the intrude