what she needed. Clara closed her eyes, tears finally spilling over her lashes, hot and fast.
“Thank you,” she sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking. “Thank you. I didn’t know… I thought I was messaging Mrs. Evelyn. I didn’t mean to…”
“I know,” Ethan said. He stood near the kitchen counter, giving her space, his expression guarded but deeply affected. “The number changed two weeks ago. It’s mine now.”
He waited until Lily had finished half the bottle and her tiny eyes began to heavy with the deep, satisfied sleep of
