EWAN’S POV

I waited in the hallway, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. The stone was cold through my shirt, but I barely noticed. My eyes were fixed on Eamon and Ciara down the corridor. They stood close together, heads bent in conversation, and something about their body language made my stomach twist.

Ciara's posture was rigid, urgent. Her hands moved sharply when she spoke, like she was trying to convince him of something. Eamon listened with the kind of attention he usually ...