Ethan
Her question... throws me off, not because of the object. Not because of the necklace itself... But because of the moment, of the tone. The way she says it... I frown, holding the phone tighter than necessary as I walk slowly around the room.
"The necklace?" I repeat, trying to understand. "What does that have to do with what we're talking about?"
Absolute silence... But it is not an empty silence, it is a heavy, heavy one.
"Just answer, Ethan," she says.
And there... There I feel it.
That change, that distance. That edge in her voice that wasn't there before... Not a few days ago, not when she woke up in my arms, not when she looked at me as if all this still made sense.
I clench my jaw.
"I gave it to you because I wanted to," I finally reply. "Because it is an important sy
