ETHAN POV

I kept pacing around the living room. Back and forth. Back again. My footsteps made this soft, dull sound on the tiles, but it still felt loud in my ears. My hands were on my waist. Then on my head. Then back on my waist. I couldn’t stay still. Something in my chest kept tightening like someone was pulling a rope and refusing to let go.

Hudson sat on the edge of the couch. Bella kept glancing at the door like she was waiting for it to swing open.

I didn’t want to think the ...