Aria locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a second.
The apartment smelled like coffee and Ethan’s cologne...comforting, familiar. She kicked off her shoes and walked straight to the bedroom. She didn’t want to look at the phone again.
Not yet. Instead, she opened the closet, pulled out a box she hadn’t touched in years. Old letters. Photos.
A faded postcard from her dad, postmarked two days before he vanished. “Be good, kiddo. See you soon.” She traced the handwriting. It looked shaky, like he’d been in a hurry. She’d never noticed that before.
The box went back on the shelf. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
The text kept replaying: *Ask your husband about the night your father disappeared.* Ethan had never met her dad. He couldn’t have. Unless… No
