Lena's POV
Ethan and I found a family room on the third floor that was empty.
He sat across from me with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped, the same posture he'd had since childhood when he was about to say something he'd been rehearsing.
"She answered on the first ring," he said. "Like she'd been waiting."
"What did she say?"
"She cried. For about five minutes. Then she told me everything." He looked at his hands. "I already knew some of it from you. But hearing her say it was different."
"Are you going to see her?"
"I don't know yet." He looked up. "She's not the same person she was five years ago. I could hear it. Doesn't mean I'm ready to sit across a table from her."
"That's fair."
"Is it fair to you?" he said. "Because she did it to you, Lena. Not to me. I'm the
