Chapter 5

At 6:14 the next morning, my phone started vibrating across the hotel nightstand.

Ethan.

There were already eleven unread messages beneath his name.

The first two asked where I was.

The rest were about work.

Where's the brief?

Did you finish the route?

Call me now.

He hadn't asked where I slept.

He hadn't asked whether I was safe.

And he hadn't asked what leaving my wedding ring behind was supposed to mean.

By sunrise, the emergency was the account again.

The phone rang once more.

On the fifth call, I answered.

"What?"

"The Summit & Pine team is already…