#Chapter 112- Mysterious Gifts

Fiona Checking off my last item on today’s to-do list, I press send on the email and sit back with a sigh. Today was exhausting, and not because of any work Ethan gave me to do, but because I was up all night. I probably only got four or five hours of sleep once we came inside from the yard and got in bed. Then, my brain wouldn’t turn off all night. It ran wild with so many different scenarios of how Ethan would turn down the marriage. Would he be able to do it without problems breaking out between him and Angela’s parents? A shiver of unease hits me, and I push it away. I don’t want to think of the bad things that could happen, but I can’t help it. There’s still so much I don’t know and probably won’t know if this marriage is forced to happen, and I can’t rule that out as a possibility. After last night, I want to believe Ethan and Zev can figure out how not to marry Angela, but what if someone else higher than Ethan interferes? Sighing, I rest my cheek in my hand and loo