I did not owe him one more word.

I stepped past him, over the threshold of my own front door, and back into my house.

Chapter 17 — His Room, Again

The house did not smell like mine anymore.

Someone had lit cheap scented candles in the hallway.

A pair of Chloe’s designer heels sat by the coat rack, her jacket over the entry chair, the small artifacts of a woman moving into a life that was not hers to take.