“Both of you, leave.” I whispered, sitting on the couch’s arm.
Ethan looked at me. “Soph, please.”
“No.” I raised my hand to stop him.
“I can explain.”
“The time for explaining has passed.” I pointed to the door. “I need you to leave. Go.”
Just the sight of him was making me angrier. I still had a lot to process about what I just learned. I didn’t want to compare him to Randy, but if he started nagging, I was going there.
“But—” he started.
“Ethan.” My voice raised. “Just go.”
He stared at me for a moment then looked down. I could tell he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch and walked toward the door.
The door closed behind him, and suddenly the apartment felt much too quiet.
I turned around. Cass was still standing there. “Y
