The question startled me. My hand stayed in my pocket. “Nothing that matters anymore.”

His face shifted. “Maya.”

“You made your choice before I walked through that door.”

I turned toward the staircase. Eleanor’s voice followed me. “You should pack only what belongs to you.”

I stopped. Ethan said nothing. That silence broke something I had spent years believing was unbreakable. I looked over my shoulder at the man I had loved enough to build an entire future around.

“Does she speak for you now?”