Emily saw Ethan too. Her gaze wavered slightly, as if a tiny c***k had flickered across the expression she had always kept so carefully composed, but in the blink of an eye, she lowered her eyes and said nothing. She did not walk toward him, nor did she call his name. She only stood quietly near Eric, as if that position had belonged to her long ago.
Eric looked at Ethan, then at the stream and the cluster of banana trees beside it, and the corner of his mouth immediately lifted into an unpleasant smile. He reached out and pulled Emily closer to him, his arm sliding around her waist in a way so natural it seemed deliberate, his hand resting lightly in a place intimate enough to make others feel uncomfortable. He lowered his head beside Emily’s ear, but his voice was just loud enough for E
