He stood there. The man I had just married. The scar above his eyebrow suddenly looked like a mark of everything I didn't know.
"Sophie," he said calmly. "We need to talk."
I hung up on Ethan.
"Who are you?"
"You know who I am."
"You're not Ethan."
"No," he agreed. "I'm better."
He closed the door behind him. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.