Lily was already awake when Leo came home.

It was nearly 3:00 a.m. The front door clicked open quietly, too quietly as if he was trying not to wake her. But Lily had never been more awake in her life.

She sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room now. Not their bedroom that space had become unbearable. She watched the seconds blink by on her phone screen, counting each one between the turn of the lock and the soft thud of Leo’s polished shoes against the marble floor.

Then she heard the sound that truly undid her.

A laugh.

His.

Low, amused, charmed.

And not meant...