"You're eating takeout every day?"

Kevan's reproachful tone was evident, intensifying the inexplicable guilt Larissa felt.

"I only ordered takeout because I injured my shoulder and can't cook," she explained.

"You injured your shoulder?" Kevan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping between her shoulders, as if he was trying to see through her coat to her injuries beneath.

"My right side. I have a mild fracture." Larissa tapped the spot of her injury lightly. "It's not that big of a deal. A few more days' rest and I'll be as good as new."

"How did you injure yourself?" Dylan asked.

Larissa lied instinctively, "I accidentally hit a wall."

Dylan did not believe her. "Did you really hit it yourself? Are you sure it has nothing to do with your ex-husband and his family?"

His questions frightened and startled her. If it hadn't been for the suspicion in his eyes, Larissa would've thought that he already knew the truth behind her injuries.

"Tell me the truth," Dylan said. "If it was rea