Elena's pov The moment I got into my room I called Micah.I paced restlessly, phone pressed to my ear, my gaze fixed on absolutely nothing as my brain rerouted memories of Ethan, like a broken, repeating video file.The line connected.“Hey Elena,” Micah said, too jovial and too oblivious to the destruction he had just rendered to my entire life.“Explain.”There was a beat of silence before he replied. “That’s a pretty direct opening.”“There’s a man in your apartment.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.“…Yes,” he said, slowly.“I know his name, I know his face. I know that I want him out of here.” I whispered.“Ah.”“That’s ‘ah’ because you knew.”Micah sighed. “I mean…” “Don’t ‘mean’ me,” I stopped pacing and sat on the bed. “Why is Ethan here?”Micah sighed again, guiltily. “I was going to tell you.”“When?”“When you were less inclined to murder him on sight.”“I am still inclined.”“Noted.”I sighed. “Talk.”I heard a door open and close before he continued. “The truth is… Etha
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