I was silent throughout the waiting; my hands were on my face, covering it as I sighed deeply multiple times. I smiled sadly at myself. This is supposed to be a vacation; they prepared it for me, and we were supposed to enjoy and be happy, and yet here I am, messing up with their lives.

Am I really the one who is messing up his life? Or is it the other way around?

I huffed and stood up when I heard Ethan's footsteps on the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, his lips were in a thin line, and his brows were furrowed.

"Are you cold?" he asked,...