Chapter 216

• ETHAN
• I stood by her door, arms crossed, jaw clenched. My mind ran a thousand miles an hour, but I kept my expression still. Cold. Collected. I had to hear it from her mouth.
• I knew where she was coming from the moment I saw her. The second our eyes met, I saw it. Her gaze was glassy, reddened, the kind of raw that came from hours of suppressed crying. Puffy eyelids, tear-streaked residue, and a quiet rage simmering just beneath the surface. She looked like hell. Beautiful, broken hell. And the food pack in her hand? That was the nail in the coffin. I didn’t need to be a genius to know where it came from.