Ethan POV

I slammed the bedroom door harder than I meant to, the sound echoing down the hallway like a gunshot. The house fell into a suffocating silence immediately after, the kind that pressed against my chest until it was hard to breathe.

Again.

It had happened again.

Five years. Five damn years of trying, hoping, waiting—only to end up here, standing alone in a dark room while my wife recoiled from my touch like I was something she no longer recognized.

I raked a hand ...