Whispers of a Broken Heart
I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there, staring at the table where moments before, my entire world had come crashing down.
Ethan hovered nearby, his face a mixture of guilt and frustration. He had been speaking, trying to offer some kind of comfort, but his words barely registered. I was too consumed by the crushing weight of my failure, the realization that all my meticulous planning, all my sacrifices, had been for nothing.
Finally, I found the strength to speak, my voice barely more than a whisper. “How did she know, Ethan? How did she find out?”
Hot Chapters