~~ETHEL~~
My fingers curled against his suit jacket, gripping hard.
"You were right," I whispered against his chest, my voice shaking. "I should have listened to you. I should have let you come with me and—"
"No." He cut me off, his voice rough. "Don't apologize. You were right. You can take care of yourself. This isn't your fault." His arms tightened even more. "It's not your fault that bastard had a death wish."
Keanu pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes scanning my face and my torn blouse, checking for injuries.
"Did he hurt you? Did he—"
"No," I said quickly. "You got here in time. I'm okay."
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
"Come on," he said quietly. "Let's get you out of here."
He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over my shoulders,
