Ethan flipped through the diary, his chest so tight with unspoken emotion that he couldn't get a single word out.
The lights in the room were off, wrapping everything in dim, heavy gray.
His sharp, handsome side profile was half-buried in the dark, the glowing red ember of his cigarette flickering at his fingertips as he chain-smoked one after another, like he was trying to burn through the ache gnawing at his bones.
He had no idea how much time had passed when Jake pushed the door open and walked in.
He paused in the doorway, staring at Ethan for a long minute.
After a long beat, he finally came over and sat down next to him, lighting a cigarette of his own.
"Ethan, I heard about what happened to Zoe. I know you're hurting like hell right now, but you've got to keep moving forward,
