Ethan hung up the call, leaving Cecilia clutching her phone, her emotions in turmoil. The wolf figurine sat on her counter, gleaming under the dim light. Its presence seemed to echo his words, "I believe it's time we had a conversation."
But what did he mean? And why now?
Cecilia shook her head, trying to focus on the tasks ahead. Her shift at the mall began in a couple of hours, and she couldn't afford to let Ethan's sudden reappearance derail her life. She needed clarity, stability and things Ethan had never brought her.
As she prepared for work the next morning, her mind churned. Why did Ethan feel drawn to her? And why was he so capable of upending her carefully constructed world?
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Ethan seated in his chair, looking up at the ceiling of his penthouse. His hands tightened into f
