I skimmed around his living room, taking a look at the place. The house was neat, polished wooden floors and white cream walls. Apart from a few paintings on the wall, there were a ton of family photos placed on the tables and inside shelves. There was one with his dad, mom, and Ethan smiling. Another one with the family wearing Christmas sweaters.
If it was anyone else, this would have looked like the perfect little house for a perfect family with all the personal photographs displayed, but who knew on the inside, it could be so dysfunctional.
And to think that Ethan had to bear all this by himself while dealing with my moody attitude.
Maybe this was why he always came over to my house instead of me coming to his. Or it was why he went over to Celine's instead of having her com
