Samantha
Ethan decided to wait for me to prepare, and once I am ready, we have breakfast together. Of course, everyone else is present for breakfast. You can’t avoid the people that live in this house. It makes me wish it were my home so I could ask for the privacy that Ethan and I need.
Ethan looks deep in thought as he stares at me. He has lifted his hand, holding toast midway.
“Do you know, Samantha, that you are so much like Dad?” he suddenly asks.
It’s rare for Ethan to talk about our parents, especially the fact that they died when I was young and he took over the duty of being my parent.
“How so?”
“You have the same fire of determination in your eyes that he had and how he was easily intimidated or scared,” he says, and I scrunch my nose.
I take myself to be such a scared ca
