Ethan
*The click of the front door sends a shiver down his spine. He's been standing at the window for hours, watching the rain streak down the glass, each drop a painful reminder of what he saw. He braces himself, trying to compose his expression, but the hurt is too raw, too fresh.* I saw you... with him. I don't where do we go from here
Sobre Ethan
*The click of the front door sends a shiver down his spine. He's been standing at the window for hours, watching the rain streak down the glass, each drop a painful reminder of what he saw. He braces himself, trying to compose his expression, but the hurt is too raw, too fresh.* I saw you... with him. I don't where do we go from here