Chapter 188

He probably knew Clara wasn’t asleep, but he didn’t call her out on it. Ethan quietly headed toward the shower. Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Only then did Clara let out a slow breath. She really was worn out—physically and mentally. That tight string inside just wouldn't relax. Eventually, she finally drifted off to sleep. By the time Ethan came out, Clara was already out cold. He didn’t say a word, just stood there, staring at her. Yet the look in his eyes grew more and more conflicted. It was like… he knew he shouldn't be there—but couldn’t help himself. After a moment, he pulled Clara gently into his arms. His deep eyes stayed fixed on her. Whatever he was feeling, he buried it deep. Soon after, he too lay down, silent, eyes closed. … A few days later. Clara’s anxiety had only gotten worse. Her phone had no signal—completely cut off from the outside world. She had no idea how Linda or Nathaniel were doing. And even though Ethan was around, she wouldn’t