Ethan's POV

The glass in my hand was almost empty, but I didn’t order another yet. The music in the club was loud, but it barely reached me. I sat in a corner booth, with the dim light blurring the room.

I’d been here over an hour, drinking alone. It didn’t help, but it gave me something to do. My chest felt tight, my head heavy from thinking about her.

Allen spotted me from across the room and came over. “You’re here?” he said, sliding into the booth. “Why aren’t you with ...