CHAPTER 40
THE ARMOURED LIMOUSINE that drove us back to Riverley weighed over two tons and handled like a barge, but it would give a small tank a run for its money. I wasn’t taking any more chances with Ethan’s life.
He gripped my hand across the seat, his whole body tense. He’d barely spoken a word to me or anyone else since our chat at the hospital, and I hoped he wasn’t going to withdraw completely. The man seemed to handle tragedy by bottling it up and closing himself off, and like Emmy said, that wasn’t healthy.
“Ethan, are you okay?”
“No.”
Perhaps that had been a dumb question, but his answer didn’t help. Damn this man and his mercurial moods and buried secrets.
He didn’t let go of my hand when we pulled up outside Riverley, and when he climbed out of the car, I ended up scramb
