Because I suddenly understood his behavior yesterday, his questions, his glances, his nervousness.
I turned slowly; he stopped when he saw me with the news in my hands. His face changed, and that was enough for me to know… He knew, he knew.
"You knew."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
Ethan closed his eyes for a second, as if he'd been waiting for this moment since yesterday.
"Clara…"
"You knew."
I stood up.
"That's why you asked me so many questions yesterday. That's why you were acting strange."
"Listen to me."
"When did you find out?"
Silence.
That was worse.
"When, Ethan?"
"Yesterday."
I felt something break inside me.
"Yesterday."
He took a step toward me.
"I'm sorry."
I let out a small, humorless laugh.
"You're sorry?"
"I didn't mean to worry you."
"You
