Chapter 43
The next day at work, I was still trying to process everything that had happened at the party. My mind kept replaying the confrontation — Richard slapping Ethan, the shocking appearance of Damien, and the way Ethan had looked at me afterward like he was carrying the weight of his entire broken family on his shoulders.
I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damien’s face. The resemblance to Ethan was so strong it was unsettling. And the fact that I had no idea Ethan even had a brother — a brother who lived in the same house as him — still left a strange feeling in my chest.
I was restocking supplies in one of the medication rooms when I heard footsteps behind me. I assumed it was Ethan. He had texted me earlier saying he would check on me during his rounds, so
