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“Mark,” Ethan said evenly. “You need to come over. Right now.”
“Why?”
Mark burst through the door, worry written across his face.
When he saw Bri’s wrecked expression and Ethan’s cold one, he went still.
“What’s going on?”
Ethan handed him the papers.
Mark read them. Once. Twice.
When he looked up at Bri, his eyes were shining.
Bri reached for him. “Mark, I can explain…”
He jerked back. “Is.
“I didn’t want you to find out…”
“You didn’t want me to find out at all.” His voice cracked. He looked at us.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t owe us anything,” Ethan said softly.
Mark folded the papers carefully, then walked out without another word, his shoulders hunched.
Bri collapsed into a chair, sobbing.
Ethan didn’t comfort her. Just stood there, unmoved.
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