I look at Ethan and sigh.
“I might need more time to fully accept all of this,” I tell him, waving my arms around before motioning to him. “This is a huge secret and something that never would have possible in my mind. If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I would’ve thought you were crazy.”
Ethan nods, slipping his hand into mine again.
“You can have as much time as you need, Fiona. I told you that,” Ethan says, squeezing my hand.
“Thank you,” I murmur, my eyes falling to his hands as I study them. They’re paler than usual, but his grip is steady, not weak like it looks like it should be. They’re so much larger than mine, fully closing mine in. It would be so easy for him to hurt me with the size difference between us, but he hasn’t.
He won’t. I want to believe that so much that my ne
