Ethan's POV
I don't remember deciding to drive there. One moment I was sitting in my car outside my parents' estate, staring at the wedding invitation still tucked in the passenger seat, gold lettering catching the streetlight, and the next I was parked outside Eleanor Hale's house for the second time in as many nights, engine off, hands shaking against the wheel.
I told myself this was different from before. Before, I'd only watched. Tonight, I was going to fix this.
The porch light was still on when I climbed out of the car, and for a moment I just stood there on the sidewalk, the cold air doing nothing to steady the frantic, useless churn of thoughts in my head. Everything—the boutique, the roses, the confrontation with Damien that had left something in my chest cracked wide open in
