Ethan’s POV
The elevator hummed beneath my shoes as it carried me up the final stretch to the thirty third floor. The stainless steel doors reflected my face back at me, and I studied the man who stared back.
Navy suit, pressed crisp. Tie knotted just right. Shoes polished. My jawline looked sharper than I remembered, my eyes clearer. Two years ago, I never knew I would be here.
Two years ago, I was choking under overdue notices. Two years ago, the woman I thought would stand beside me forever slipped through my fingers like water. Two years ago, I was weak, desperate, clinging to a lie about who I was and who I loved.
That man had drowned. This one had crawled out of the water.
When the doors slid open, I stepped onto the marble with a rhythm of authority. I was affiliated with Dom
