Ethan’s POV
The silence after my question felt endless. Amara looked shattered, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape, her hands trembling slightly.
Suddenly, my suspicion grew stronger, a strong knowing that Fabian was mine.
I saw it all now. The timing, the pendant.
The familiarity, the impossible connection I felt the moment I looked at that child, hit me hard. I dragged a hand through my hair slowly, clenching my jaw as I tried to steady the chaos exploding inside me.
“You should say something,” I said quietly.
Amara laughed, but it was a broken sound that was bitter. “What exactly do you want me to say?” She asked coldly.
“The truth.”
Her eyes flashed immediately. “You think this is easy for me?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “I think you’ve been carrying this alo
