Ethan POV

The drive back to Stellarnight feels endless.

My hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white. Grace's scent still clings to the passenger seat—jasmine and rain and something wild that makes my chest ache.

Three decades. Thirty fucking years of nothing.

And then her.

Ellen won't shut up. 'Go back. Turn around. She needs us. OURS.'

'I just dropped her off. She's fine.'

'Not fine. Never fine with him. GO BACK.'

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