Grant returned inside.
Anna reached into the hidden pocket Lily had sewn into every bridesmaid dress.
Her phone screen was cracked.
She did not call the police.
They had come twice.
Both times, Grant calmly described her panic attacks and supposed clumsiness.
Both times, officers left her alone with him.
Anna opened her contacts and stared at a number she had never saved but never forgotten.
Three years earlier, she had walked away from Dominic Vale because she believed darkness announced itself.
Dominic owned nightclubs, warehouses, trucking companies, and half the favors in Chicago.
Men lowered their voices when they said his name.
He had never lied about what he was.