She should have let him walk away. She should have taken his cold dismissal and swallowed it like she always did. But something inside her snapped.
She hurried after him, reaching out and grabbing his wrist before she could stop herself. "Wait."
Ethan froze and Lydia's fingers tightened around him, desperation slipping into her voice. "I can not just pretend this is not happening. You…" She swallowed hard. "You make me feel like I am losing my mind."
Ethan turned, his expression unreadable. His eyes moved to where her hand held his wrist before dragging back up to her face.
"You are losing your mind," he said coolly. "And I suggest you get a grip before it is too late."
Lydia shook her head. "No, you do not get to do this. You do not get to stand there and act like it does
