I texted Ethan that same evening.
I was still reeling from my conversation with Victoria Laurent, her words echoing in my mind, and the picture of Damien frozen at my front door was etched in my memory. I reached for my phone, my fingers moving on autopilot, and I typed out a message: Are you free this week? I really need to get out of this house, I'm feeling suffocated.
He responded quickly, just four minutes later, saying he would see me the next day. He seemed confident, knowing exactly where we needed to go.
I put on an outfit that I really liked, it wasn't just something I threw on. I chose a fitted cream-colored top and a pair of dark jeans, and I even wore the small gold earrings that I usually save for special occasions. Before I headed out, I caught a glimpse of myself in the m
