Noah
I wake up to Ethan sitting rigid at the edge of the couch, phone in hand, jaw tight in a way that immediately pulls me fully awake.
"What's wrong?"
"My dad." He hands me the phone without looking at me, and I read the text twice, feeling the weight of it settle over both of us. "He saw a photo from the alumni dinner. Wants to talk."
"Does he know? About us?"
"I don't think so. I think he just saw something that made him suspicious enough to ask." Ethan rubs a hand over his face, exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with how little sleep he got last night. "He's not exactly subtle when he thinks something's off."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know yet." He looks at me, something scared underneath the exhaustion. "I'm not ready for him to know. Not like this, no
