My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret
The soft, measured knock on the heavy wood made my heart jump straight into my throat.
I froze, wiping my damp palms against my trousers, forcing my posture to straighten. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Rose," Tyson's deep, gravelly voice rumbled through the timber. "Open the door."
I swallowed hard, taking a slow, steadying breath to school my expression into an impassive mask before walking over and turning the brass lock.
The door swung inward.