Ethan's POV
I was halfway to my room when Noah's voice caught up with me in the hallway, tight and urgent in a way that cut through whatever hurt I'd been nursing since the kitchen.
"Ethan. You need to see this."
I turned around, still not fully ready to forgive the word convenient, but the look on his face stopped whatever I was about to say. He wasn't performing anything right now. He looked genuinely frightened.
He held out his phone. I took it, my own irritation shrinking small and unimportant next to whatever was on the screen.
VANESSA REED, EXCLUSIVE: THE SECOND BOY IN THE PHOTOGRAPH.
My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
The article was long, careful, the kind of piece built by someone who'd been circling a story for weeks rather than throwing something together over
