We left the workplace late at night, and the cool night air was cool on my skin. Mr. Collins' treachery still shook me, but the refreshing wind eased my racing mind. Ethan strolled next to me, silent but focused, as if he understood that I needed time to think.
When Ethan eventually broke the stillness, we had arrived at the little park next to my building. "How are you, Olivia? I am aware that today has been difficult.
I gazed at him, appreciating his presence. "I believed I could rely on Mr. Collins." But now that he's gone... I just don't think I can trust anybody. I hardly raised my voice beyond a whisper.
With a calm but resolute expression in his eyes, Ethan halted and turned to face me. "You can trust me. I want you to be aware of it.
The weight in my chest was lessened by something in his tone, something so sincere. However, as I gazed at him, a question that had been brewing inside of me couldn't be ignored.
