Outside the hospital room.
Ethan stood there silent, expression blank, clearly lost in thought.
Zane, on the other hand, was practically glued to the door, head craning like he could see through it.
Now he got it.
That Professor Royce? Probably majored in sweet-talking people.
Out of ten things he said, maybe three were remotely true.
And yet Miss Reynolds inside was actually buying it.
Their heart-to-heart had dragged on for five hours straight.
To make sure Eleanor was okay, Ethan had food sent in.
He didn't go in himself—worried he'd upset her—and honestly, he had no appetite anyway.
Zane couldn't help getting worried.
All day stressing about Miss Reynolds, squeezing in time at night to run the family business, now skipping meals too?
What's he thin
