Eleanor still didn't respond to Ethan. She just turned to look out the window, eyes blank and distant. She didn't really know how things had gotten this bad between them either.
"I'm sorry, sis," Ethan said, voice low.
He reached out, wanting to hold her hand, but paused when he saw how indifferent she looked. His hand dropped back down.
"I messed up, I know... Can you forgive me?" he asked softly. "Yell at me, hit me even, just... please, don't shut me out."
"Please, sis..."
After a long silence, Eleanor finally spoke, looking straight at him as she said the name he'd been hiding behind, "Martin."
Ethan's stomach dropped.
The way she looked at him—it was like looking at a stranger.
"I want to move out," she said.
That one line felt like it crushed him complete
