Boyd was sitting at the table when she heard the knock on the door. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, her cheek red from Vaughn's hand, and her throat marked from Trenton's teeth. She was wearing a vintage Victorian nightgown, her feet bare, and she had a red robe wrapped around her body tightly. Her hair was damp, and her cheeks scrubbed clean, and she got to her feet at the sound.
She'd put out cookies and tea, in case Aaron showed up, but she hadn't had time to do anything more. She'd just gotten in a half hour earlier, Trenton's rejection still heavy on her mind, a resigned kind of hurt.
She smiled, a forced thing, and she opened the door.