Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Earlier that day, when Olivia had left, she'd said Ethan had "stayed by my side all night again" and that his "dark circles were terrible."

I wanted to sneer.

Last month, I'd caught a bad cold. My head was throbbing, I felt dizzy, and I could barely get out of bed.

Ethan had brought me two boxes of cold medicine and then never asked about me again.

When I'd started feeling even worse, I'd had to drag myself to the hospital in the middle of the night to see a doctor. "Why didn't you come earlier?" the doctor had asked. "Your fever's almost 40 degrees."

The next day, Ethan had called me: "Are you taking the day off today? Can you bring me some documents at the office?"

At work, I'd asked him, "I'm not feeling well today. Can you come home a little early?"

He'd shaken his head. "Sorry, the team's having a dinner. I can't skip it."

It wasn't until the next day that I found out—the "team dinner" he couldn't skip was Olivia Parker's birthday party.

My eyes stung, and I felt like I was back to that day, lying sick in bed with no one to take care of me.

Even though Ethan was here with me now.

I still couldn't understand what he was doing.

Why now?

If you cared about me this much, where were you before?

If I was this important to you, why didn't I feel it until today?

Why did you only want to talk to me when I couldn't answer?

Why did it take me almost dying for you to finally care about the small things I'd been asking for all along?