Lisa’s POV
“…you don’t get to pretend like her being here doesn’t matter, she didn’t come back quietly this time.” Chris was saying. His tone wasn’t casual this time, it carried weight.
Ethan responded, flat, unmoved. “I’m not pretending about anything.”
“She shouldn’t get to walk back into your life like nothing happened,” Chris added.
“She doesn’t get to walk into anything,” Ethan replied. “Drop it,” I mean it Chris, he added.
That was different, not louder but deeper and more final.
“Alright,” Chris said after a moment. “Message received.”
My grip tightened around the crutch, l didn’t move… Not yet because something about that… stayed, who ever she was… she mattered enough to get that reaction.
I adjusted my expression, neutral, unreadable. Then continued down the remaining step
