Chapter 495
Steve's POV
I didn't move an inch. Julie's words ricocheted through the grand sitting room like a strange, phantom echo, while I stared helplessly at her flushed face, the wet tracks of tears she made no move to wipe, and eyes burning with an incandescent heat I had never witnessed before.
Ethan is alive.
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat burning like glass as my hands clenched at my sides. Ethan was dead. That was the absolute decree handed down to her three years ago, the foundational wound she had carried while bleeding out in silence. And now, caught in the suffocating vortex of the past few days the chaos, the relentless terror, the bottomless grief something inside her had finally snapped. I knew my sister. She didn't lie, and she didn't exaggerate. Which meant what I was witnessing right now was infinitely more dangerous than a simple lie.
