Emily
I knew something was wrong with Ethan before he even opened his mouth.
The way his shoulders tensed when he thought no one was looking, the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights he never spoke about, the way he ran his hand through his hair when he thought too hard about something these were the little signs that only someone who truly knew him could catch.
And I knew him. Knew him well enough to understand that he was keeping a secret. A big one.
Lila and I stepped back into the living room, balancing the glasses of pineapple juice in our hands.
I handed Ethan his glass, offering a soft smile. “Here you go, love.”
He accepted it without looking at me. “Thanks.”
Lila, ever the smooth one, slid onto the couch beside Caden and passed him his drink, shooting me a q
