Daniel carried everything to his truck without asking whether I was sure. He knew me well enough to know that if I'd gotten this quiet, I was sure.
I left Ethan everything that was his.
By the time we finished, the house looked honest, like one man lived there alone.
I had no idea how desperate Ethan would be to make it look like a family lived there again.
Daniel carried everything to his truck
At the time, I thought I was simply making our house match the reality of our marriage.
***
At three that afternoon, my phone rang.
Video call.
Ethan.
I answered. For one ridiculous second, I wondered if he'd finally remembered why we'd gone to the hospital.
It just looked honest.
His face appeared first.
Then the camera swung around.
“What the hell did you do to the house?”
That was his first question.
I said nothing.
