Nina’s POV
For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.
Ethan stood outside my apartment holding a thick brown file in one hand while his eyes stayed fixed on me with an intensity that immediately made my chest tighten.
And somehow the silence between us felt worse than shouting.
Because this version of Ethan did not lose control easily anymore.
He watched and calculated.
And lately, every time he looked at me, it felt like he was slowly tearing pieces of the truth out without me saying a word.
“I need to talk to you,” he said calmly.
I stepped outside immediately before Leo could wander toward the door. “He’s inside.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened slightly after hearing that.
Not enough for most people to notice.
Enough for me.
I quietly closed the apartment door behind me before facing hi
