Aaron's POV“Wait.”The word left my lips louder than I intended, sharper, almost panicked. Ethan froze halfway down the staircase, his duffel bag hanging off his shoulder like a second weight dragging him down.He turned slowly, annoyance tightening every line in his face.God, I really was the worst person on the planet."What, Aaron?" he asked, tone clipped, tired, done. "What do you want now?"I stepped forward, my hands half-raised, as if reaching for him would fix anything. "Just… hold on. Please."He let out a harsh exhale; his patience was stretched so thin it looked ready to snap.I swallowed. “Ethan. Why is Connor in New York?”His eyes narrowed and frustration flickered across his features. "I already told you," he snapped. "I don't know. For Christ's sake, Aaron- I told you he just called me. That's all I know."It was like a slap, the irritation in his voice.I had it coming.“Okay,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Okay. Then where… where do you plan to go tonight?He roll
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