Ethan seemed to want to distract himself and have some fun despite the bad news. Everything indicated that Arthur was seriously ill, though he didn't exactly look like a dying man. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
I wanted to find out what kind of illness he had, not to count the days until I became a widow. But because, internally, no matter how stupid it seemed, I wanted to understand him and not hate him so much.
I drank like there was no tomorrow, or at least that's what I thought when I started to feel dizzy from so many margaritas. Ethan had also drunk too much, perhaps a bit more than I had, as he drank as if his throat were made of steel.
Initially, I planned to stay at the party for at least an hour and then leave after finding out the truth, but I ended up being one of the
