Three days earlier, Linnea’s flight to Chicago had been canceled in a storm.

She had come home unannounced, carrying a box of dark chocolate truffles Dorian loved, meaning to surprise him on a night he’d said he would be out at a late business dinner.

She was the one who ended up surprised.

From the hallway she heard quiet laughter coming from inside her own bedroom — and a second voice she recognized, because it belonged to Sabeen, the wife of Dorian’s younger brother, Silas, who was supposed to be visiting her mother upstate.

Linnea eased the door open a few inches.

She saw them.