Chapter 2 - The Uninvited Witness
Mark’s heavy boots thudded against the hardwood floor, each step stripping the remaining oxygen from the dining room. Claire scrambled backward, her chair screeching violently against the floorboards. She reached for her husband, but Mark held up a single, trembling hand. I watched Ethan’s bravado completely evaporate, his eyes darting frantically toward the front door as if calculating an escape route. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sharp, panicked breaths of my soon-to-be ex-husband. "I left work early," Mark stated, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. "I thought I’d surprise my wife. Instead, I stood in the hallway and listened to yours." He turned his piercing gaze to Ethan. "Where is the money, Ethan? And why is my wife hiding it?"
