I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.

“Yes,” I heard myself say. “That’s me.”

She stepped aside without suspicion. “Great. He’s in the shower. Feel free to look around.”

I walked in slowly, my heart hammering so hard I worried she’d hear it. Everything looked… lived in. Shoes by the couch that weren’t mine. A second toothbrush in the holder. Fresh flowers on the table—flowers Ethan had never once bought for me.

“Nice place,” I said, forcing a professional tone.

“Thank you,” she replied warmly. “We just moved in together a few months ago.”

Together.