Chapter 126 Ethan's Regret
- The knock on my door ripped through my peaceful evening at an inconvenient hour, long after the city had fallen into a sleepy trance of its mundane rhythm. I already knew who it was—Ethan’s hesitation on the other side of the door was unmistakable.
- Sighing, I leaned against the frame and called out, “What do you want, Ethan?
- His voice came through, low and rough. “To talk.”