Chapter Thirty Two

Anthony took my hand and led me to the couch. "Listen, about Ethan, I –"

I cut him off. Ethan was the last person I wanted to talk about right now. "It's okay," I said. "I get that it wasn't your fault. I'm dealing with it. I just don't want to talk about it."

He kissed my cheek. "Sure. So how are you? I was so worried. I'm thrilled that you're here, but I thought you'd be in more trouble."

I looked at him carefully, wondering when he was planning to tell me about saving my mother's life. It didn't seem like he intended to any time soon. He was content to let it go unnoticed. He was going to be selfless. Unlike me who was planning to kill him because I was only thinking about myself. But that was the way I'd been raised.

"Why didn't you tell me that you talked to Lucas to save my mother?" I asked.

"I haven't exactly gotten a chance to talk to you in a while," he replied. "I wasn't sure he would do it, but I wanted to try."

"How did you get him to listen? I never realized that he was s