Chapter 6

Jamie's POV

When Ethan got home that evening, I was in the middle of packing.

Two large suitcases lay open in the center of the living room. The things that were mine were quietly disappearing.

Half the bookshelf was empty. The flat shoes I always wore by the door were gone. Even the pair of matching toothbrush cups on the bathroom counter had been reduced to one.

Ethan stood in the doorway and stared.

"Already?" He nudged one of the suitcases with his foot. "You don't have to rush. You can stay. I'm not asking you to leave."

"It's better…