Chapter 899

“Your parents…” Charlotte’s eyes flickered, and for a moment, words failed her.

“I didn’t want to come alone, and I don’t really have any better friends… so I forced you to come with me,” Ethan said quietly.

Before Charlotte could respond, he added, almost as an afterthought.

Charlotte pressed her lips together and nodded in silence.

Two hours later, the car pulled up in the outskirts, in front of a quiet, modest cemetery.

It was small. Ethan’s parents shared a single, narrow headstone. Wild grass had overrun the area, and a thick layer of ice clung to the stone, grime seeping into the surrounding ground.

no one

path. Then, with difficulty, he knelt, pulling out

wanting to steady him, but he moved too quickly, already absorbed. His emotions seemed to plummet to the bottom of a pit; he was entirely focused on the grave, as though nothing

he was quiet, the sheer weight

Ethan grew frustrated with the tools and tossed them aside, trying

and Charlotte’s heart jumped when she saw blood mingle with the ice and dirt.

“Ethan. Enough,” she whispered.

softer than she intended. “Anything that doesn’t come clean now, we’ll finish once the weather warms and the

lifted his gaze to hers. Charlotte finally saw it: his

pale, aristocratic hands were now a map of scratches, blood smeared across dirt and ice alike. His body was already

blame me,” he murmured, his

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