At 3:00 a.m., your phone lights up the bedroom like a police siren, cold and accusing. For one wild second, you think it has to be Ethan calling to beg, or threaten, or do what men like Ethan always do when the consequences finally crawl up and bite them. You let it ring twice while you stare at his name …
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