Moving On

Ethan's POV

I scrutinize the envelope Moana is holding before reluctantly accepting it. With cautious fingers, I tear it open and extract a crisply folded letter.

My pulse quickens as I unfold the paper, torn between disbelief and apprehension. What if this isn't a ruse? What if Spitfire truly has left me?

As I delve into the letter's contents, a weight settles in my chest. Exactly what Moana just told me Spitfire had said is the summary of what's in the letter.

Damn it.

"Sir," I brush past Moana, unwilling to entertain further devastation.

None of this is true. The letter is a fabrication. Spitfire would never abandon me. She's content here—with me.

Stepping outside, I snatch the Maybach's key and slide into the driver's seat, determination surging through me. I refuse to accept these falsehoods.

With the engine roaring to life, I peel out of my driveway onto the deserted road.

Spitfire would never.

I race to her apartment building, every heartbeat a thunderous echo of my anxiety.

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