Sumy’s POV
I remember after eating I slept up on the dining. Now I found myself in the room — which means Ethan must be back.
I stand and check everywhere, but he is nowhere in sight. So I decide to check the swimming pool area.
And I find him there, bent over the pool, palms skimming the water. He looks small and strange hunched over like that, as if he’s carrying the weight of something inside him.
“Do you want to bathe in it?” I ask.
He quickly turns to look at me.
“Not really,” he says.
I sit beside him on the cool stone edge. Fresh air brushes our skin; the moon paints the water silver.
“I smell you are overthinking,” I say.
“Nope, just remembering my parents,” he answers.
“Oh,” I say. “You must miss them.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why wouldn’t you miss them?” I ask, desperate
