#Chapter 24- Blocked

Cora When I opened the break room door and saw Ethan pacing with a coffee cup in each hand, I knew something was wrong. Ethan never paced. He was too laid-back, too calculated for that. He turned the moment he saw me, handing me one of the cups without a word. It was my usual—black with a splash of vanilla. He was such a gentleman that he had noticed and remembered this preference. "Let me guess," I said, cradling the warmth. "This is about Kingston." “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And the photo.” I flinched. Even hearing the word photo was enough to make my stomach twist. That cursed image had followed me like a shadow all week. It was everywhere: online, in whispered conversations at the office, in the way people looked at me when they thought I wasn’t watching. I leaned back against the counter. “What now?” Ethan let out a long breath. “He’s worried. About you. About Billy. About everything, really. It’s so bad, he even told me to hold off on that