I hadn't heard Ethan's voice in four months.

Four months of successfully avoiding him. Of declining mutual friends' invitations if I knew he'd be there. Of taking different routes to work so I wouldn't pass his office building.

Four months of pretending I was over him.

Then my phone rang at seven PM on a Tuesday, his name flashing across the screen, and all that careful distance evaporated.

I stared at it for three rings before answering.

"Hello?"

"Liv." Just my name, but his voice deeper than I remembered, rougher sent a shiver down my spine. "I need to see you."

"Ethan—"

"Please. It's about Gran."

My chest tightened. His...