Chapter 4

I drove home with the melody of Vivaldi still dancing through my fingers, the night sky stretching endlessly above me. The clock on my dashboard read 4:37 AM—I'd lost track of time completely, swept away in a night of music and memories. For the first time in years, I felt alive, reconnected to the person I used to be before I became Mrs. Nathan Hayes.

As I pulled into our driveway, the lights in our bedroom flicked on. My phone buzzed almost immediately. Nathan.

"Where the hell have you been?" His voice crackled through the speaker, sleep-rough but sharp with…