Ethan’s POV

The Donalds’ dining room had become a familiar place to me. Tonight should have felt no different. The long mahogany table gleamed under the chandelier, the smell of roasted lamb filling the air.

Lucas wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Nancy sighed. “Napkin, Lucas. Use the napkin, not your shirt.”

Katelyn leaned close to her mother to whisper something that made them both smile. But I couldn’t shake the way Jimson’s eyes kept returning to me across the ...