Ethan's POV

She called me...

“Ethan,” she said. “Where are you?”

I paused. “Why?”

“I need to talk to you in person. Tonight.”

The silence stretched longer this time. I could hear the tension in her voice, and suddenly, I was all too aware of my own breathing.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“No,” she admitted. “But it will be.”

“Finally,” I’d said to myself when I saw her call. I had been sitting in the apartment for eight days doing exactly what I kept telling myself I wasn't doing, which was waiting. 

Waiting and thinking...

Going over the conversation with Tristan in my head. Going over the look on...