Kingston
Earlier that Day
The meeting had gone on too long. I could tell by the way Ethan kept checking his phone, tapping his pen against his notepad in that nervous rhythm he used when he wasn’t really hearing a damn word. Normally, I’d snap him back to attention with a glare or a sarcastic jab, but I wasn’t particularly eager to talk to him after everything with Cora.
Cora, with her tear-stained cheeks. Cora, with the diamond on her ring finger.
I grit my teeth against the memory,
Then his phone buzzed again, and I saw his face change. He went still.
Not the kind of still you fake in a boardroom. The kind that meant something had gone very, very wrong.
“What is it?” I asked, before I could stop myself. I had a sinking feeling that I knew what might be wrong.
He didn’t a
