Isabella stopped and glanced back at him. For a moment, she hesitated, then said softly, “About last night... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone into your room.”
“I just thought you’d had too much to drink and might get sick, so I followed to check on you. Susan told me you always just fall asleep when you’re drunk and don’t need anyone, so I left right away.”
“Don’t worry. Since your room’s off-limits to me, I promise I won’t ever step foot in there again.”
In their last life together, they’d been married for three years but always slept in separate rooms. His bedroom really was forbidden territory for her.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“Alright.”
Isabella turned and headed out. Ethan wanted to say something more, but she didn’t even look back. He watched her walk away, the words stuck in his throat.
His phone rang. He glanced at the screen—Jennifer. He answered, already feeling a headache coming on.
“Mom, what’s up?”
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