Ethan’s POV
I felt happy. Happier than I had been in a long time. When Ellie walked in with that box in her hands, carrying the key and her mom’s necklace, it was like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. She had done it. She found the last clue. Now we could finally open the vault, and maybe just maybe cure me.
I wanted to grab her, hold her close, and tell her how much she meant to me. But inside, my chest was tight, like something was pressing hard against my ribs. Because I hadn’t told her the truth yet.
She thought she was helping me because she cared. Maybe because of kindness, maybe duty, or maybe even love. But she didn’t know the full story. She didn’t know what fate had written for us long before we could do anything about it. Out of all the people in the world, fa
