Chapter 5

When I woke up the next morning, my wrist was aching.

Ethan was gone.

Last night, Ethan used my phone to add his contact info back.

I saw the messages he'd sent me. [Sorry, I was drunk last night.

[I left in a hurry and forgot to return the keys. I'll give them to you next time.]

When did Ethan get so scatterbrained?

I replied: [No need to return them. I'm selling the house, and the new owner will change the locks anyway.]

After a long while, I got a single word from Ethan: [Okay.]

I got all my stuff…