The slow up and down of Ethan's chest should have been comforting. But I was on the brink of a cliff, peering into the abyss.
I smoothed his hair back gently, my fingers tracing the warmth of his skin. He was calm, unaware of the tempest that seethed just beyond the walls of this room. Unaware of the fact that the man who had tucked him into bed hours earlier was the same man I had spent the last couple of weeks trying to destroy.
James Snowman
I swallowed hard, my throat constricting.
Ethan was convinced.
That trust frightened me. He was so small, so fragile, so trusting. But then again, James had been a good father to him.
And it bothered me.
Trust, in James' universe, was a weapon. And my boy—my little naive, innocent boy—was utterly defenseless against it.
I exhaled slowly, so
