Jules tapped her fingers impatiently on the dining table, eyes flicking between the wall clock and the silent phone in front of her.
It was minutes past ten and Ethan wasn't back from wherever he'd left for two days ago.
She had this gut feeling that something else was going on, and she was determined to find out what it was.
Ethan seemed so distant these days—didn't say much to her or Asher, left home really early and came back at night only to sleep off almost immediately he got under the duvet.
He hadn't even told her his side of the story, nor had he responded to any interview invitations, so at least she could get a piece of the story—truth or lie.
She felt like she was going crazy with worry. And she still hadn't found the guts to go out to the outside world, or tell her mom abo
