Ethan finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It started at that family party. A few months ago. We didn’t mean for it to…”
“You didn’t mean for it to what? Happen? Continue? Turn into THIS?”
I gestured around the room.
“You’ve been coming into my house. Around my son. Lying to me.”
“You didn’t mean for it to what?
Happen?
Continue?
Turn into THIS?”
Stella wiped her face, her voice breaking.
