"Not great," Ethan said, tossing the words over his shoulder before briefly nodding to the girl behind him.
Then he seized my wrist and dragged me inside the shop.
His usual overfamiliarity made my skin crawl, and I frowned.
Yanking my hand free, I said flatly, "Spit it out."
Ethan stared at me, his eyes bloodshot at the edges. "Why didn't you answer my messages?"
I kept silent, my patience wearing thin.
He grabbed my wrist again, his voice shaking. "What's with the silent treatment? I searched for you for a damn year. Don't you have anything to say?"
"Like what?" My tone could've frozen hell.
"Are you still angry?" Guilt was plastered across his face. "I didn't know you were pregnant then. When I got back, your father had already taken you away and beat me to a pulp. When I came t
