Chapter 51 Fractured Calm

• Dressed in the same dark bodysuit as Caleb, Ethan stood in the center of the room with an air of composed authority as he adjusted his digital wristband. His hair had been trimmed shorter and he seemed to have gained mass in some way.
• What had he been doing? Why was he here in particular? His presence was an instant, unwelcome disruption to the fragile sense of calm I had built over the past weeks.
• I immediately stiffened, my fingers curled into my palms as I stopped in my tracks and my lips curled in distaste.