Ethan was clearly in a bad mood today, wrapped in a heavy, unshakable darkness. He answered with only a vague hum.

Grace was sharp enough to pick up on the shift and didn't dare ask more.

But then, after ten minutes of silence, he spoke up. "Why'd you stop asking me about it?"

The question loomed over her like a guillotine blade, poised to drop without warning.

Grace's throat tightened. "Was it someone who mattered to you?"

Ethan let out another hum.

Resting his chin in his hand, he stared out the window before murmuring, "Yeah. It wrecked me when she left."

Grace felt unsettled by Ethan right now, but even she couldn't deny that he loved with everything he had. People liked to say that devotion only came from old money, but that wasn't entirely true.

like Ethan, who loved this deeply, were rare. His beloved had been gone for seven years, yet he

be loved

kept her mouth shut after that. She didn't say another

the car because the heavy iron doors swung open without hesitation. Beyond the gates were nothing but endless rows of steps. Grace had no

barely pulled into the spot when someone appeared beside

completely drained. His voice was flat as he gave

the nerve to go

she answered

heavy and unreadable. She dropped her gaze instantly, her

wheelchair and

let out a breath until he was out of sight,

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