ost of the festival, a faint smell of beer and sweat clinging to Ethan' s di

s. It was a surprisingly small amount for twelve years. I took my clothes, my bo

ce. As I cleared my papers, my fingers brushed against a sleek, black portfo

e better of me.

touch

ace was a mask of fury. He lunged across the room and snatched the box

!" he screamed,

and still outstretche

shes over the past few weeks now consumed his ent

st like your fa

e harder than a

hands on things that

f the tracks" story Ethan once swore he would protect me from, the secret he held for

for him, the last lingering embers of twelve

and I felt nothing. The dream of a future with him,

into the bedroom to close my suitcases. The fight was over. I had