Ethan's POV

I stared at the floor-to-length window in my study, with my hands shoved in the pocket of the hoodie I was putting on, watching the sky as it poured down to the ground in worry.

Rachel should be back by now, and the rain was not making things better.

It was pouring outside, with the loud sound of the rain hitting the ceiling filling the air and all I could think about was where in god's name Rachel was right now.

"I shouldn't have agreed to let her go with her mother". I thought out loud, my eyes still glued to the window.

The only reason I agreed...