him, apologized before asking questions, and doubted my own memories whenever his version sounded more confident.
That night, I stopped.
“Actually, Ryan, we are finished.”
Then I walked around him.
Inside my handbag downstairs, a small recorder continued capturing everything.
Ryan had no idea.
Part 2 — The Suitcases Were Already Packed
Inside Ethan’s bedroom, Sophie climbed onto his bed clutching her stuffed rabbit while Ethan stared at the closed door.
“Is that woman really going to live here?”
I carefully lowered myself in front of them.
“No, she is not
