Chapter 18 Chapter 18
Ethan’s POV**
Sunday morning breakfast was quiet, just the scrape of my fork against the plate and the low hum of the refrigerator. My whole body still ached from drills, a deep soreness settled into my shoulders that no amount of coffee was going to fix.
My father dropped his bomb before I’d even...
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