“I remember shouting at you from the living room. After that, nothing until morning.”

“You didn’t shout.”

His brow furrowed. “You stood beside the window and said nothing.”

“I never stood beside the window.”

A faint chill moved across my skin. I remembered Ethan near the window, his back turned while I carried my suitcase down the stairs. Eleanor had waited beside the front door.

I had said his name. He had not moved.