rison Ethan called home. My remaining time felt like
past warmth, cut through the silence. "Chloe
I remembered making him soup once, when he had a cold, years ago. He' d kis
unging on a chaise lounge like a queen. S
er batch. "
tant. Ethan, witnessing it, merely kicked me in the ribs. "Useless," he muttered. He then dragged me to the unheat
ital. A doctor was speaking to Ethan in hushed tones. "Her condition is
o interrupt. "Doctor,
g, that burn must be agony. I' ll be right there" – barely glanced at me. He tol
r hand, a tiny red mark barely visible, with Ethan' s hand gently holding hers. The caption: "My hero, Ethan, fussing over
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