After Anna abruptly ended the call, Ethan sat staring at the blank screen, his thoughts spiraling. He didn't move until a voice cut through his silence.
"Still stuck on how the video disappeared?" Wilsmith asked, raising a brow as he noted the faraway look in Ethan's eyes.
Ethan frowned, his head tilting slightly. "Don't you find it suspicious" he muttered, his tone thoughtful, almost distracted.
Though he had only caught a glimpse of it before it was pulled down, the image wouldn't leave him—Anna, standing alone against a group of boys, fighting with a fierceness he didn't remember.
She wasn't like this before.
But then again, it had been years since he'd last truly known her. Years since the day he had saved her. People changed. Anna had changed.
His gaze shifted toward Wilsmith, who was watching him with an amused little smile.
"…What's with that smile?" Ethan asked flatly, suspicion creeping into his voice.
