(Ethan’s POV)
The drive back to my apartment feels longer than it should.
My phone rings twice. Once from my lawyer confirming the charges have been filed. Once from the detective handling Jake's case, asking for a formal statement tomorrow morning.
I answer both calls mechanically. My mind still stuck on Sabrina's empty expression. On Jake's unusual quietness.
On how close I came to losing both of them today.
When I pull into my building's garage, all I can think about is a hot shower and sleep. Maybe tomorrow, after I've had some rest, I can figure out how to make this right. How to bring the light back to Sabrina’s eyes, and laughter on Jake’s face.
I take the elevator to my floor, barely registering the ride up.
The doors open. I walk down the hall to my apartment.
And stop dea
