My hands were shaking when I opened the drawer. Ethan didn’t know about them.
I stood in front of the door with the key in my palm. My heart was thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
Everything else was completely silent. For a second, I hesitated. What if I were overreacting?
What if this destroyed the trust we had left?
But then I thought about the weeks of distance, the lies about snoring, the constant locking of doors.
I deserved the truth.
Then I almost knocked—almost—but instead, I slid the key into the lock.
It turned easily.
I opened the door just an inch, just enough to peek inside.
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