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.

who loved this deeply, were rare. His beloved had been gone for seven years, yet he still visited her grave every year without fail. Even the look

something special to be loved and still longed for

kept her mouth shut after that. She didn't say another word until the car

car because the heavy iron doors swung open without hesitation. Beyond the gates were nothing but endless rows of steps.

spot when someone appeared beside the car, politely opening

in his wheelchair, looking completely drained. His

didn't have the nerve to go

it," she

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

Ethan slowly turned his wheelchair and headed toward

was out of sight, exhaling sharply. She stayed by the car, watching the

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