#Chapter 75 - Ethan Faces the Press

Ethan The day after the arrest, I wake up before dawn, striding into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and rouse my exhausted brain. It’s still dark out, but when I exit my bedroom I can see the lights are already on down the hall. When I reach the living room I find Jane curled up in the window seat, wide awake and staring out at the waking city. Frowning deeply, I move to her side, my concern growing when she doesn’t seem to detect my presence. She’s completely lost in her thoughts, and when I reach out to touch her shoulder, she jerks away from me as if she’s been electrocuted. “Easy, Jane.” I shush her softly, “It’s only me.” Her wide eyes relax slightly, a heavy sigh expelling from her lungs. However she doesn’t relax completely, her muscles are still wound tight as a spring, and my heart aches just looking at her distraught face. “Sorry,” She mutters weakly, “you startled me.” “Have you been up all night?” I question, studying the dark circles beneath her eyes. S