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.

the thrill. Guys like Ethan, who loved this deeply, were rare. His beloved had been gone for

be loved and

that. She didn't say another word until the car

the gates. Maybe they recognized the car because the heavy iron doors

spot when someone appeared beside the car,

slumped in his wheelchair, looking completely drained. His voice was flat as he

have the nerve to go after

she

something heavy and unreadable. She dropped her gaze instantly,

another word, Ethan slowly turned his wheelchair and headed

of sight, exhaling sharply. She stayed by

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