I dragged over a stool and sat across from him, studying his face seriously.
"Ethan. Your voice is back. You're back in Kingsford. You should go do whatever people like you are supposed to do. I'm a fish seller at Jade Market. You're the heir to a billion-dollar empire. Our lives were never supposed to cross paths."
Ethan watched me quietly for a few seconds. Then stood up.
He shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it neatly over the sofa armrest.
The vest came off. The tie disappeared next.
He walked over to the clutter piled up on my balcony and rummaged through it. A few seconds later, he pulled out a rubber apron.
It was black, covered with old fish scales that had dried into the fabric. No amount of scrubbing had ever gotten them off. I thought I'd thrown it away months ago.
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