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.

His beloved had

to be loved

didn't say another word until

the cemetery. Armed guards were stationed at the gates. Maybe they recognized the car because the heavy iron doors

barely pulled into the spot when someone appeared

sat slumped in his wheelchair, looking completely drained. His voice was

the nerve to

she

lifted to hers, weighed with something heavy and unreadable. She

turned his wheelchair and headed toward one

a breath until he was out of sight, exhaling sharply.

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