Ethan watched Farrah run out of the apartment in tears.
The coffee she had accidentally knocked over spread across the expensive carpet, the dark stain slowly seeping outward like an ugly scar.
For a long moment, he stood motionless.
Then he sank heavily onto the sofa.
Burying his face in his hands, he gripped his hair tightly.
"What was I thinking?" he muttered hoarsely.
The truth was, the warning signs had been there from the very beginning.
The first time Farrah suggested that he continue pretending to have amnesia, she had claimed she was afraid of being held responsible for the accident.
At the time, he had hesitated.
He had known it was wrong.
But he had been desperate.
Desperate to escape the pressure.
Desperate to escape the expectations.
Desperate to escape Sophie.
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