Ethan's p.o.v

Plopping with a thud, I surrendered to the sofa's embrace. It felt quite hot inside that I needed to take my shirt off. The air conditioner could do only little to cover for it. I stretched my muscles as my legs straightened over the sofa, my neck aching due to exhaustion.

It's been many weeks after Agnes's death and the thought of her being helpless still lingered in my mind. She had been sick and had kept it away from us. From me.

No wonder she made such nuances in communication the last time in the court but I had thought of it as a mere coincidence.

She...