Ethan:

The restaurant air felt thick and suffocating. The murmurs of luxury diners faded into a dull hum in the background as I stared at Katherine, my fists clenched at my sides. 

“Katharine…why did you really come back?” I asked, my voice sharp with suspicion. 

Katherine sighed, leaning back in her chair like she was bored of the conversation already. “Isn’t it obvious, Ethan?” she said, rolling her eyes. “I needed money.” 

Her words hit me like a ...