Then I watched the… 

“That’s me.”
She stepped aside without hesitation.

“Perfect. He’s in the shower. Feel free to look around.”
I walked in slowly, my pulse pounding.
Nothing about the house felt staged.

Shoes by the couch that weren’t mine.

A second toothbrush at the sink.

Fresh flowers on the table—flowers Ethan had never once brought home for me.
“Beautiful place,” I said, adopting a professional tone I didn’t feel.