Amelia POV

The house was unusually quiet.

It was late—past midnight—and Ethan had stepped out hours ago to “handle something in the study.” I’d assumed it was a work call he’d forgotten to turn off for our family day. But as the silence stretched longer and longer, a knot began forming in my stomach.

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Luke, and padded down the hallway.

That’s when I heard it.

A sharp, muffled crash.

Then a voice—low, furious, unmistakable.

Ethan.

My pulse ...