The room became impossibly quiet.
Amelia stood beside the open suitcase.
Ethan stood a few steps away.
And between them
One question.
What if I ask you to come back?
Her fingers slowly tightened around the folded sweater in her hands.
She didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth scared her.
Not because she wanted to go back.
Not because she suddenly forgot everything.
But because
For the first time since their marriage began…
It sounded like Ethan was asking.
Not ordering.
And somehow that felt more dangerous.
She slowly looked at him.
His expression remained controlled.
Cold.
But his eyes
His eyes looked unfamiliar tonight.
Like someone trying to say something in a language they never learned.
Amelia looked away.
Her voice came quietly.
“You wouldn’t.”
His bro
