That night, Ethan stepped out of the bedroom, still running his fingers through his hair, feeling the weight of the day settle on his shoulders. The house was quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding him. That’s when he noticed her missed call on his phone. His chest tightened, a mixture of anticipation and residual irritation bubbling up. He quickly dialed her back, hoping the conversation would bring clarity, though he was still carrying a trace of frustration from earlier.
“Emily,” he said the moment she picked up, his voice low but tinged with emotion.
“Ethan,” she replied softly, sensing the tension in his tone. She could feel the distance that had grown over the last few hours, and she wanted to bridge it. “I just… I wanted to make sure you know I didn’t do anything. I haven’t…
