"Ethan…" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at him.

"Elaine," Ethan greeted me with a forced smile.

"Your hair…" I reached out instinctively, wanting to touch it.

He frowned, puzzled. "What about my hair? Is it messy?"

Tears began to stream down my face.

Ethan's confusion deepened as he saw my reaction. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did Tessa say something to upset you? Don't believe her. ...