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.

Not messy. Not unfamiliar.

Lived in.

Her shoes were near the couch. A second toothbrush sat in the bathroom holder. Fresh flowers stood on the dining table—flowers Ethan had never once bought for me.

“Nice place,” I said, forcing my voice into something calm and professional.

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

Together.

The word settled in my chest like ice.

I nodded as if I were inspecting the room, but my mind was moving fast. If I screamed, Ethan would lie. If I confronted her, she might panic. I needed to know how deep this went before he had a chance to clean it up.