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.

The bathroom door opened. Steam poured out.

Ethan’s voice followed. “Babe, did you—”
He stopped when he saw me.

For a split second, his face emptied of color. Then it filled with calculation.

“Oh,” he said quickly. “You’re early.”

The woman turned to him, confused. “Honey? You know the realtor?”