as two days ago. Today

I didn' t k

e, my hand in Ethan' s. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on my

y voice was raw from cry

was firm, prote

o millionaire who wanted to tear down Austin' s history and build glass towers

d no. He woul

laints, supplier issues, and a sudden tax audit crushed him. The debt was massive.

er the funeral. He said he couldn' t m

ildhood friend. He paid for everything. The medical debt, the funeral.

es. It was a decision born from gratitude, from grief,

filmmaking, even if he gently called it a "hobby." He wa

mfortable lie. And I was