Amara’s POV
I stared at my phone long after the call ended. The apartment felt too quiet.
Ethan’s final words still echoed in my chest like something dangerous trying to settle there permanently.
‘I think I want it to be.’ No man had ever said something like that to me before, not sincerely, without conditions attached or eventually demanding something in return.
Julian walked into the kitchen holding two mugs of tea. His expression changed in concern when he saw my face.
“That bad?”
I blinked, forcing myself back into the room.
“No.”
He raised one brow. “That answer alone tells me it’s terrible.”
I almost laughed, but the sound got trapped somewhere in my throat. Julian handed me a mug carefully before leaning against the counter beside me.
“What happened?”
I stared into the te
