Breaking into someone’s house at midnight wasn’t exactly a hobby of mine. But I couldn’t continue to stand by and watch Becca be her dubious self and not do anything about it. I wasn’t going to develop cold feet either. It was either now or never. It took a miracle to escape Ethan’s relentless surveillance.

The window on the side of Becca’s house slid up without resistance, as if it had been left that way for someone else. Or maybe for me. I told myself it was just luck. I told ...