Chapter 97

• Nathalie groaned. "You could have picked up the phone to tell me that. Instead of just ignoring me, you could have told me that you needed a few days, that you still love me and that we'd see each other on Sunday. Instead, you made me feel like crap. I expect that from guys like Daniel and Jonathan, but not from you. I thought you were better than that."
• Ethan got up from the couch and took a step towards Nathalie, his eyes filled with regret. "I am," he said, his voice low. "At least, I thought I was. I should be. It's just... if Helga finds out about us, she's going to make your life a living hell, Nathalie. And you will lose your job, she'll make sure of it. If we keep doing what we've been doing, she will find out."
• Nathalie didn't reply, waiting for him to continue. He'd had a week to think about what he wanted to say to her, and he'd been in her apartment for hours, so all she could really do was wait for him to spit it out. She just prayed it wouldn't be what she thought it was. If he broke up with her tonight, she would lose her mind.