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"I'm sorry," I said again, because I felt I had to. "For everything. For the courtyard. For not telling you sooner about… us. About Adrien. I know I broke what we had. I know I can't just waltz back in and act like it didn't happen."
Ethan studied me for a long moment, his eyes steady. "You did break something," he said softly. "And yeah, it still hurts. But right now? What matters is making sure we don't end up like Logan. Everything else? We can sort out later. Or not. But we can't solve anything if we're dead."
His bluntness took my breath away for a second. Then I nodded, my throat tight.
Before I left, Ethan walked me to the door and paused with his hand on the knob, looking down at me with the same intense gaze I'd fallen for months ago.
"Stay at Gigi's," he urged firmly. "Don't go back to the house. Not until we know more. If Keith figures out you overheard him, if he even suspects...he won't hesitate. He's already shown that."
