Marissa POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, the silence of the room ringing in my ears.
"Oh my goodness," I muttered to the empty air. "I can't believe Hailey actually thought I would sue her. Is that really the kind of person she thinks I am? After everything?"
Ethan, who was hovering by the door with a pathetic, lingering gaze, took it as an invitation to speak. "Well, to be fair, Marissa, the way things have been going lately... people don't know what to expect from us anymore."
"Ethan, just stop already," I snapped, my eyes flashing with a cold fire. "Look at yourself in the mirror and ask if you know exactly what kind of person you are before you start analyzing my friends."
He went still, his hand gripping the doorframe. "I can't say. You tell me."
"Well," I started, my voice
