When Ethan stood before Chloe, the hard set of his jaw softened. The tension in his shoulders eased, but a guarded, unreadable shadow remained in his eyes. "You're back."
Chloe took a small step back, her voice quiet. "Have you eaten? Helen made dinner—"
"Chloe," he interrupted, his own voice strained as if he were carefully weighing each word. "About what's online... It's not what it seems. I can explain."
"Mm. I believe you," she replied,
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