~But how could you live and have no story to tell?~
CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
Ethan knocked on the door. When no one answered, he twisted the knob, opening the door little by little, cautious of what he would find inside.
He stepped inside, his eyes finding his brother, Sebastian, who was sitting cross-legged on a single wooden bed, clad in hospital pajamas, a book in his hand as he continued reading without looking up.
A heavy feeling settled in Ethan’s stomach as he looked at the brother he loved so much, who he had seen today directly after finding him lying unconscious in Scarlett’s apartment.
Ethan had postponed visiting Sebastian the past month. Hell, he had not met Sebastian after that agonizing day when he found out what he did, to Scarlett and God knew how many other innoc
