Grace POV

I sit at the desk with blank paper before me and a pen that feels heavier than it should. Leaving without a word would be easier—cleaner, less complicated. But it would also be cowardly, and whatever else I am, I refuse to end things by simply disappearing into the night.

Ethan deserves better than that, even if he couldn't give me what I needed. We both deserve the closure of honest words.

The pen touches paper, and I begin to ...