Ethan
The door clicked shut, the sound echoing louder behind me. I dragged a hand down my face, but it did nothing to clear the weight sitting on me.
From the kitchen, Aria peeked out, a serving spoon in her hand, her hair tied up. "You're back," she said, a little smile tugging her lips. "I'm making dinner."
I tried really tried to return it, but all I managed was something that felt forced. The effort of it only made the knot in my chest worse.
Her eyes narrowed almost immediately. "Ethan. What's wrong?" She asked walking out of the kitchen completely.
My legs moved on their own, carrying me to the couch. I sank into it, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. The conversation replayed in my mind.
That man. That stranger. The way he looked at me and said I was his son.
I had laughe
