Ember didn’t bother grabbing her bag. She went down to the lobby immediately and met the valet who handed her her keys. By the time she pulled up outside his place, her hands were tight around the steering wheel.
She exhaled slowly before stepping out of the car, Ethan’s house sat at the end of a quiet street, tucked between similar structures but still somehow distinct. That was Ethan, he never liked common things.
He had a three bedroom duplex with a small front porch that stretched along the entrance, just wide enough for two chairs and a narrow table that looked like it had been used often.
She stepped on to the small lawn that was recently neatly trimmed, scanning the environment with anxious eyes. There was no movement and everywhere felt quieter than usual. She had called him
