The thud of the door closing was final, a heavy sound that swallowed the morning air and left the hall ringing with a pressurized silence. Ethan didn't move. He stood with his back to the wood, his hand still clamped on Maya’s wrist. His heat bled through the silk of her robe, his breathing a jagged, uneven rhythm."You're hurting me," Maya said. Her voice was low, stripped of any weight.Ethan’s fingers loosened, but he didn't pull away. He turned his head, his eyes dark and bloodshot, raking over her face."He isn't coming back here, Maya. Not to this house and not to you.""He's an idiot," Maya whispered, rubbing the skin where his fingers had dug in. "He thinks he’s saving me from a debt that’s already paid. He doesn't understand that the hospital bills are settled.""He understands the price," Ethan said. He stepped closer, forcing her to tilt her head back. He ignored the phone lying on the carpet at the top of the stairs, the screen still glowing with an abandoned call. "But he
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