She looked away, afraid he would see her eyes, red from crying and lack of sleep. He had moved in a month ago after losing his job and his apartment.
Now it was 6 in the morning, and he was just returning from his restaurant job. Where had he been? With that waitress who kept calling? With his buddies at the strip bar?
She wondered what would happen if she confronted him. Would he storm out and leave her alone, again? She turned her gaze back to him.
“Can I get you some coffee?”