A woman sits in her car in the parking lot of her apartment building, engine running, watching the windows of the unit she shares with a man who will want to know where she has been and why she is late and who she has been talking to, calculating whether tonight will be one of the nights when his questions become accusations and his accusations become something worse, her phone containing the number of a shelter she has called twice and hung up because leaving seems more dangerous than staying, because he has told her what will happen if she leaves, because the last time she tried he found