I should have walked away.
That was the simplest option.
The smartest one.
The one that made the most sense.
But I didn’t.
And that was the problem.
Because the longer I stood there…
The harder it became to pretend this was still something I could manage.
“You’re quiet,” Ethan said.
I exhaled slowly. “I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“Everything you just said.”
“And?”
I hesitated.
That was the issue.
There was no clean answer.
No easy response that would put things back where they were.
Because where we were now, wasn’t stable.
“I don’t like not being sure,” I admitted.
His gaze didn’t leave mine. “About me?”
“About this.”
“That includes me.”
I didn’t respond.
Because yes..It did.
And we both knew it.
“You’re used to certainty,” he continued. “Clear decisions. Clear outcome
