Chapter 6

The motorcycle blasted through the rain, the wind slashing at my face like a knife.

But for the first time, I felt exhilarated.

Ethan pulled up outside an old apartment building.

The stairwell was damp, the bulbs casting a dim yellow glow, but he moved with steady confidence.

He carried my suitcase up to the third floor, opened the door, and inside, only a small table lamp was on.

He switched on the kettle and glanced back at me. "Does your face sting?"

I shook my head.

Honestly, it did. But what hurt even more was this emptiness in my…