Chapter 6

On Monday morning, I arrived at my design studio at eight thirty to lay out the stone and fabric samples for my nine o'clock walkthrough. At eight forty, the front door chimed, and Ethan walked past the reception desk. He had changed into a fresh charcoal suit. As he approached my worktable, he rested his left hand against the edge of the wood where I couldn't miss it. His wedding band was back on his finger. "I went to the house last night," he said, keeping his voice low so my assistant...