Ethan’s POV
Two weeks was enough time to convince myself of something I didn’t want to ask anymore.
I had stopped chasing answers. Later that night, I stood outside Nina’s place and heard enough through the door to piece together a version of her life that didn’t include me in the way I once believed it did.
I didn’t need everything repeated to me again and again.
I had heard Nina’s hesitation, I had heard Julian’s comfort in her space, and I had heard the silence where my name should have had weight but didn’t anymore.
That was what made it final in my head.
Julian fit.
He had been there.
He stayed.
And Nina didn’t correct it in a way that gave me anything to hold onto.
So I let it go.
Not because it didn’t hurt, but because holding onto it without proof was starting to feel li
