The world tilted on its axis and this time, there was no one standing steady enough to catch me when I fell.
Ethan stood there in the aisle, the small remote loose in his hand. His face was not angry, not happy. It was just tired, resigned, like he had known this moment would come his whole life. Maya gasped beside me, her hand flying to her mouth. Victor stepped in front of me fast to shield me, even though I don't think either of us truly knew what was happening.
"You?" I said, the word barely leaving my lips. It was so small. "Ethan… why? We trusted you. You were the one person I thought was safe."
"I didn't choose this, Lara," he said, his voice steady but sad. "My family has served the Vance legacy for three generations. My grandfather worked with yours. My father gave his health
