ETHAN
The morning after the party, I wanted nothing more than to pretend that life was normal again.
But normal didn’t exist for us anymore.
The second I looked at my brothers in the mirror that morning, I knew we were all thinking the same thing. The marks.
They weren’t just marks. They were a map burned into our skin by fate itself. And though we’d pieced together what Amber had told us, none of us were confident that everything was going to go as planned.
So we did the only thing we could. We hid it under thick and multiple layers of clothing.
By the time we got to school, it was like an unspoken pact had been sealed between us. No one had said it out loud, but we all understood: whatever had happened at the party, whatever bond had been cemented, would stay behind closed doors
