Grant

The moment I stepped into the house, I felt it, thick heat, tension so sharp it could cut.

Something had happened.

I told Aria to wait for me so we could walk in together, play the part of a married couple. But she had insisted on going ahead, saying she wanted to “look around.”

I should’ve known.

“Baby, you home?” Aria’s voice rang through the air as she stood, walking toward me with that easy confidence.

She wrapped her arms around me, warm and familiar. But the moment ...