"f**k!" Ethan roared, his voice ripping through the stillness of his house as he slung his leather jacket over the back of a chair. The weight of the day clung to him.
He'd spent the last few hours drowning in Jamie Carter's eyes at the Mc. Donald's. That warm brown, gold flecked with something fierce and something soft, had pulled him in deeper than he'd ever expected. Her laid-back nature, her quiet resilience, the way she held it together even after everything that happened just days ago — it wrecked him. In the best and worst ways.
And her daughter? That kid had no business still smiling after hell, her father had put her and her mom through. But somehow, she did. Lily's joy was like armor around the two of them — and Ethan was starting to think he would do anything to keep it intact
