For a while they both sat there in silence. Holly shot a sideways glance at Ethan and noticed that he had wrapped his arms around his body, hugging himself tight, because there was no one else to hug him. And then it began, gradually, almost unnoticed at first. Holly watched him bury his face in the crook of his elbow, watched as his whole body started to shake, heard the suppressed sobs escape from his throat. Ethan, Lord Summerton, had finally remembered how to cry. And all the tears that he hadn’t been able to shed in the previous three days came out all at once.
At first, Holly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t the empathetic type, had never been. The things she’d seen in her life, done in her life, had driven out any shred of empathy she might ever have possessed. She just wasn’t go
