blindin
he first t
ice. Ethan
n you hear me?
like he w
s wider. The light was
o view. He was pale, h
" he whispered,
and, his grip t
a. This is all my f
g his own head wi
a
anaged to say. My vo
. It' s
ce contorted with pain. "I
obbed, burying his face in the
hand trembling, an
than. It'
hing felt okay. But
, his eyes s
o much. I' ll take c
m, but a cold dread
ad hap
hen, followed by Eth
Mr. Miller, the board mee
' t even l
g," he said, his voice flat,
the Henders
ut any damn deal, M
nd backed out
nurse, demanding to see the do
room was
ny do
red, asking a million questions, h
said to a younger one. "Ethan Miller' s girl. They' ve been
lush creep
led back the sheet c
Not from me. I coul
room wen
ooked down, then quickly at m
is face turning
to sit u
ed, my voice tremblin
e ans
to push me back down. "
he sheet a
hen I
what I di
knees..
ly bandag
ballerina
back up, my hands
ered. "No more
hem to see. I di
ies and quickly filed out,
my legs used to be, his face
ed the
d cruel, shot through l
it me then,
l morning jog do
through the trees.
on. About Juilliard. Ab
lways in my tho
h. Amelia Hayes, the gifted ballerina. Eth
aid we wer
re was
ica
e
ss. Pretty, in a s
ssed wit
hundred times. Kindly
d me. O
alked him. Sent him endle
mor
d in my perip
beat-u
twisted
at him just last week after he' d publicly rejected h
accele
right
ening thud. The seari
l frozen, look
they sh
y. "Mr. Miller? Ms. H
looked at me, his eyes filled with
utside, Mia. I' m
orehead, his l
he
my vitals, her exp
very devoted,"
y engaged, but everyone knew.
y there, the truth
et care
ms. Sha
e of Jess.
than. He
d him. Or tho
om came. Kind, gentle Mrs.
ack, his eye
been caught. Her par
with anger. "To some remote family cabin. Redwood Creek Ca
so sure.
ieved
a wh
I was a little stronger
y my bedside, talking, holding
hours. "Family business," he' d say.
. An anony
ainCapt
ssica
ort, filled with
erstand. His true love was hurt, and it' s
tone start
me today. He yell
aid he needed to make s
ty about what happened to her
od ran
iting her.