AVA'S POV
I had watched the footage of Ethan's testimony more times than I could count.
Each time, I found something new, a flicker in his eyes when he mentioned our child, the tension in his jaw as he spoke of betrayals, and the unwavering calm in his voice, like a man who had finally stopped running.
The world was calling him brave.
But to me, he had always been brave. Even when he didn't believe it himself.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our living room, cradling the warm herbal tea Rosalind had made for me.
The late morning sun streamed in like liquid gold, wrapping everything in soft light. For a moment, it felt like the house was breathing with me, quietly steadying itself after the whirlwind of the past few days.
I hadn't seen Ethan since he left the courthouse that day. He had gone straight into debriefings and private meetings.
