Even with Ethan taking the pain into his own body, I grew weaker day after day.
My senses gradually failed. I could no longer smell or taste anything, and coughing up blood or fainting had become routine.
One morning, I caught sight of myself in the mirror while washing my face. The woman staring back was little more than skin and bone, and I screamed.
Ethan smashed every mirror in the Caldwell estate that same day.
After that, he rarely left my side and didn't even dare close his eyes at night.
He was terrified I would die quietly the moment he looked away.
More than once, I heard him crying in his sleep and begging me not to leave.
Ethan went alone to St. Gabriel's Abbey.
In pouring rain, he climbed all 3,000 steps, dropping to his knees in prayer at every step until he reached t
