There was the soft clack of a chair being pulled out, a sigh, and what sounded like a keyboard being typed on.
I sat there, shocked, listening to Ethan move around quietly in the other room, long after he told me he was asleep.
I didn’t know what to think. Was he working? Watching something?
Chatting with someone?
But why lie? What was he doing at two in the morning that required locking himself away?
The thought wouldn’t leave me alone.
That day, I watched him closely. His eyes were tired, but not in a way that came from a lack of sleep.
It looked more like…
stress, and maybe guilt.
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