Chapter 17
Ethan’s pov
“I’m in a meeting. I don’t have time to deal with your drama.”
He hangs up.
The words Call Ended glow on my screen for two seconds, then fade to black.
I called back. The first ring doesn’t even finish before he cuts it. The second try goes straight to voicemail.
The ring in the fireplace slowly melts into the flames, just like my mood.
This feeling is too familiar. Seven years. Every time I want to talk, he finds a way to shut me down. This time it’s a hang-up. Last time it was dropping his eyes to paperwork. Before that, carrying Lyra away right past me.
But this time is different.
This time I don’t need him to pick up. I can go to him myself.
I stomp out the fire, throw on the coat by the door, and drive back to the Packhouse. My leg screams that I shou
