Chapter 5

Ryan came home as the moving truck pulled away.

He stopped in the middle of the street, staring at its red taillights. Then he saw the suitcase beside me.

“What did you do?”

His face was flushed, his wedding shirt wrinkled. A pale smear of Harper’s foundation marked his shoulder.

He had gone to rescue her.

He had come back too late to rescue us.

Ryan rushed past me into the house. I followed only because my purse and phone were still on the kitchen counter.

His footsteps stopped outside our bedroom.

My side of the closet was empty. Bare…