Isabella’s POV
Ethan hasn’t been home in almost half a month. Thirteen days, to be exact. Not that I was counting. It wasn’t as if I missed him or anything. While I was used to him disappearing after one of our arguments, I was also used to him returning home after a few days with his customary unflappable armor in place.
I was simply worried. While we weren't in the middle of a war, I understood his job could still be dangerous at times. I was just worried. That was all. When he was particularly focused on something, he tended to neglect important things like eating properly and getting rest. I wondered absently if he was taking care of his health.
With a heavy sigh, I made my way downstairs for the morning.
With his iron-fisted control over every aspect of this household—including myself—it was hard to find news about his activities at work. And it wasn’t as if I had anyone I could call and ask.