Chapter 3

Ethan was relentless.

He switched tactics, opting for a slow and steady approach.

Every morning, there'd be a cup of coffee waiting at my desk, the temperature just right.

At lunchtime, my takeout order would be canceled and replaced with a homemade lunchbox, plus a handwritten note: [Made it myself. Healthier than takeout.]

Every day after I worked overtime and stepped out, Ethan'd roll down the car window and say, "I'm heading your way. Let me give you a ride home."

I'd say, "Your place is on the east side, mine's on the west. How is that even remotely on…