CHLOE POV

Ethan finally falls asleep on the couch, still sitting upright, still guarding the doorway like he expects someone to break it down any moment.

The lamp in the living room hums softly, throwing a tired gold halo across the walls.

My hands cradle a cup of warm water Gold insisted I sip before she left hours ago.

But the warmth does nothing to steady my heart.

Jake threw me out.

The man who once kissed me like I was breath itself…

Looked at me ...