The roses on the shelf, the glass of wine on the table. The bag in my hands.
And my heart... incapable of feigning indifference.
I swallow hard. And for the first time in a long time, I understand that the decision will not be comfortable.
It will be definitive.
Ethan holds my gaze for another second, that second feels eternal. Then he nods barely, as if he had just made an internal decision.
"Happy night."
He looks at both of us. There is no reproach in his voice and that makes him worse.
He turns around, walks into the hallway without haste, but without hesitation.
"Ethan, wait..."
The words come out before I can filter them, I don't know exactly what I was going to say to him.
I don't have a ready-made argument, I just didn't want him to go like that.
But he doesn't stop. He
