The house was too quiet at 2:47 a.m
I had fallen asleep on the couch again, something I had been doing more often than I wanted to admit. Ethan was in Las Vegas for a work conference, his third trip in six months, and without him there, the whole house felt strangely hollow. I kept telling myself I missed the usual sounds of him coming home, his keys at the door, his footsteps in the hall, the comfortable rhythm of a marriage I believed was still standing on solid ground.I was thirty-four, married for six years, and I had always considered myself practical. I worked as a project manager for a construction company, which meant my job was built around schedules, budgets, problems, changes, and the calm management of things that could easily fall apart. Marriage
