Chapter 4

My head spun.

So it had been a two-man job from the start.

Explained the mood swings. Sweet one minute, cold the next.

"Enough!" I shouted.

Both doors down the hall cracked open.

"Riley, honey-I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's late."

Another neighbor: "Yeah, maybe take it inside?"

They gave me knowing looks.

Great. Whole floor probably heard.

For a second I actually wanted to jump off the balcony.

"Sorry, sorry-we're going in."

Mortified, I dragged them inside.

Caleb immediately rummaged the shoe rack, pulled out a pair of slippers-his own and mine-and knelt to slide mine on.

"Baby, shoes."

Treated Ethan like he didn't exist. Zero guilt.

I... let it happen. Habit.

Ethan suddenly hugged me from behind.

"What-?"

He whispered, "Baby... where are my shoes?"

Yep. Classic Ethan.

Why panic? Not my mess.

I pulled away. "Ask your brother. He swapped everything."

Yeah-Caleb had replaced all Ethan's stuff with matching new furniture. I'd thought the redecorating was cute.

Now I got it: calculated sabotage.