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I saw him lower himself onto the edge of the couch across from me, the fancy upholstery creasing under his weight as if even the furniture could feel the heaviness between us.
The room was quiet in that way that only fancy houses tend to be...too big, too polished, every sound muffled by plush carpets and soaring ceilings. I wrapped both hands around my teacup, letting the warmth seep into my fingers despite still trembling faintly.
Ethan ran his hand through his already-messy hair and let out a slow breath, like he'd been holding it for way too long. "My uncle wouldn't let me leave," he finally said, his voice rough and low. "He... he banned me from going out."
I frowned, tightening my grip on the cup. "Banned you?" I echoed, almost in disbelief.
