Hearing my mother’s confirmation about Andrew made a pit form in my stomach that never went away. Ethan and I returned to our normal routine of working far too much, but garnering a lot of support and business nonetheless. That routine was only broken when I would lay awake all night thinking about Andrew and my mother.
The way he left her. The way he promised to save her and then never did.
The way he killed Ethan’s parents while he had an unclaimed child wandering around without so much as a care in the world for me. He didn’t care about anyone but himself. If he truly cared he would have come looking.
He never even tried.
I thought about telling Ethan. Every single second there was silence, I debated on revealing the information to him. It felt wrong to keep secrets from him, to
