I did not give him another chance to continue. I hung up at once.
The six years between Ethan and me had finally come to an end, like waking from a dream.
I propped my chin in my hand and looked out the window, not wanting Julian to see the tears sliding from the corners of my eyes.
"Was it because of him that you had too little will to fight back then?"
I quietly wiped away my tears and turned to look at Julian.
He gave a soft laugh, as if amused by my foolishness.
In truth, on the day I was critically ill, I had not completely lost consciousness.
When I was carried onto the stretcher and rushed into the ICU, I could still vaguely hear the voices around me.
I heard a nurse say the patient had too little will to fight.
Then Julian's low voice sounded beside my ear.
"Why do you wa
