The house was dimly lit when I stepped inside. The familiar scent of home wrapped around me, but something felt off.

As I walked past the living room, I froze.

“What the hell are you up to?”

A voice—low, hushed—came from the study.

Edward.

I took a slow step forward, pressing myself against the wall as I listened.

“You have to be patient,” his voice was firm but quiet, like he didn’t want anyone to hear. “I told you, I’m handling it and I already told you, this isn’t the right time.”

My stomach twisted.

There was a response from the other end of the line, a woman’s voice—soft, but...