I stood in the middle of our new bedroom, staring at the suitcases I should be unpacking.

The room was huge with a king-sized bed with crisp white linens in one corner, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds, an ensuite bathroom bigger than our entire apartment bathroom. Everything was perfect and pristine and wrong.

Through the windows, I could see Angie and Xander heading toward the outdoor area. She was laughing at something he said, her hand briefly touching his arm.

Something ...