Grace POV

Ethan stands in the doorway, his expression carved from stone.

The air shifts—cold, dangerous. His eyes lock onto my hand still steadying the cup against Lori's lips, and something dark flickers across his face.

"What are you doing?" His voice is deceptively calm.

I pull back, setting the cup on the bedside table. "Lori needed water. I was helping him drink."

"I see that." Ethan steps into the room. Each footstep echoes too loud in the sudden ...