Ethan's POV
"We were able to gather intel on the person you requested," Tiago said, and I nodded, satisfied.
"You can go now. I'll get to you later," I said, and he bowed slightly before slipping out of the room. Hannah lay quietly on my chest, her breathing slow and even, finally at rest after everything the night had put her through. I chuckled softly at how puffy her cheeks looked, swollen from crying, and drew the duvet up over her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her like a shield against anything else that might try to reach her tonight.
"Your mother hates me," she whispered, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of quiet sobs shook her small frame. I patted her head with a sigh, wishing more than anything that she knew how much I hated seeing her like this. I wasn't going to hide
