I turned the key, locking it, and taped the key back behind the wedding photo.

I stood up, holding the envelope against my chest, and turned off the desk lamp.

The headlights of Ethan’s SUV swept across the office window as he pulled into the garage.

I ran down the hallway, slipped into the kitchen, and set the envelope face down on the island.

The door from the garage opened, and a draft of cold air rushed into the house.

Ethan stepped inside, shivering as he pulled off his wool coat.

He looked exhausted, his hair damp from the sleet, dark circles bruising the skin under his eyes.

“Sophia?” he said, his voice startled when he saw me standing there in the dark.

“Why are you still up?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, keeping my voice as flat as possible.

He hung his coat on the peg and walked over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water.

His hand was trembling slightly as he raised the glass to his lips.

“It’s freezing out there,” he muttered, not looking at me.