Scarlett's POV
For a moment, he was silent. It was as if he didn't believe it. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He drew a slow breath in through his nose… then let it out just as slowly.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't lie and say I regretted it—that it was a mistake—because it wasn't, and I didn't regret it.
"Ethan, please say something," I whispered, the silence stretching and suffocating me.
He walked away from me, his movements stiff and cold. He stood at the large window, his back turned to me as he stared outside at the bright lights of Australia. His shoulders were shaking with a tension I had never seen in him before.
"Ethan... please..."
He let out a quiet, humorless laugh. Shook his head once. Then spoke.
