“Why haven’t you been replying to my texts?” Vivienne Brooks’ voice carried a hint of concern.

Ethan Shaw noticed Lucy Archer watching his every move. He set down his bowl and retreated to his room.

“Been busy,” he said curtly, trying to deflect.

Vivienne didn’t scold him. Instead, her voice softened with care. “Are you tired?”

“I’m okay,” Ethan replied flatly.

“How about I take you out this weekend? ...