Marissa POV
I stumbled toward the door, my head spinning from the wine and the sheer, jagged reality of what had just happened on the phone. I yanked the door open, ready to scream, but Ethan beat me to it. He stepped into the light of the foyer, looking more inconvenienced than guilty.
"Marissa, why are you drunk? Is that why you told me the wrong thing about the code?" he asked, his voice dripping with that smug, 'rational' confidence he always used to make me feel small. I may be drunk but I am not that drunk to forget my passcode and the nerve of him trying to make me look stupid.
"No, you i***t!" I barked, the word tearing at my throat.
"You are the one who doesn't even remember my birthday! For God's sake, Ethan, you don't even know me at all! We have lived in this house for th
