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Ethan hadn’t been kidding when he’d endeavoured to show his support. Even once he’d stuck on my hide throughout our run, he’d chased me back home, hanging out in whatever room I happened to be in, finally flopping onto my bed and refusing to budge.
For the entire night.
On top of that, every time I’d checked my phone—despite my gut seeming to know ahead of me the zilch activity I’d find there—Ethan had tried snatching it away and telling me to quit torturing myself.
At one point, he’d said, “You wanna go stake out the cats, see what they’re playing at?”
To which I’d said no, because I already knew in my heart that I had every intention of hunting Brook down, no matter how many Toms I had to go through to find her. Just as I knew acting on that impulse would land me in the biggest p
