TWO WEEKS EARLIER, ETHAN TOLD ME HIS PLAN
It was after two in the morning.
Neither of us had been sleeping much.
Our house in Bellmere had been painfully quiet for weeks.
Not peaceful.
Empty.
Every room seemed to remind us that one person was missing.
I found Ethan sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea he hadn’t touched.
Across his knees was a piece of red fabric.
My stomach tightened the moment I saw it.
“Ethan.”
