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 same week he told me he was away on a work retreat.

Then the bathroom door opened.

Steam spilled into the hall.

Ethan’s voice followed. “Babe, did you—”

He stopped.

For a split second, his face emptied completely.

Then calculation rushed in.

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

The woman turned toward him. “Honey? You know the realtor?”

I closed my folder slowly, though there was nothing inside it.

“Yes,” I said. “We know each other very well.”