“You’re home early.”
The woman turned toward him, confused.
“Honey? You know the realtor?”
I closed my folder slowly and smiled.
“Yes,” I said.
“We know each other very well.”
Ethan opened his mouth to explain.
That’s when I decided—I wouldn’t let him.
I stepped forward before he could form a single lie.
My hand moved on instinct.
The sound was sharp—skin against skin—loud enough to echo off the hallway walls.
Ethan’s head snapped to the side.
For half a second, no one breathed.
Then she screamed.
“What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?!”
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