Because the hardest part wasn’t discovering Margaret was cruel.
I already suspected that.
The hardest part was realizing Ethan had spent years letting me believe he was different.
That evening, Ethan finally approached me.
He stood in the doorway of the guest room where I had moved my things.
“We need to talk.”
I looked at him.
“Do we?”
His face tightened.
“About this morning.”
“Yes.”
He stepped inside.
“Nothing happened.”
The words came too quickly.
Too rehearsed.
I studied him.
“What exactly are you saying didn’t happen?”
He looked away.
“That you think happened.”
A cold feeling moved through me.
Because innocent people usually explain.
