Royce had said Eleanor had gone through a major emotional trauma, so yeah, she was way more fragile than most.
She was crying hard.
Ethan grabbed some tissues and gently dabbed her tears away.
Eleanor looked up at him, eyes foggy. "You... who are you? I don't know you..."
It wasn't that her memory failed—just that her alcohol tolerance was basically nonexistent. She'd drunk way too much trying to show off, and now she was seeing double, maybe even triple.
Ethan paused for a beat, then said softly, "Eleanor, it's me—Ethan. I'm your boyfriend."
Eleanor blinked at him, confused. "Huh?"
"My boyfriend? I have a boyfriend? That can't be. I just got divorced. I don't have one. I'd know if I did. But I do have a younger brother. His name is Martin."
"Ethan's your boyfrien
