“You’re always so soft, Ethan.”
“Nope, it’s you, Sasha.”
Alex had yet to tell him the reason why.
And he’d never have if…
Ethan turned his mind away from his own train of thought as he sat down on a chair next to Alex’s bed—he’d been there for several hours now. He reached for Alex’s pale, lifeless hand, and brought it close to kiss it. Ethan kissed it as tenderly as he could despite his own trembling hand. It had been too close. It was too horrendous to think that something like this could happen to either of them. The worst thing that should ever happen was supposed to be minor injuries during filming. For one of them to be stabbed? Ethan had never imagined he’d answer a phone call so heart shattering. A call that had come mere hours after he’d learned of Alex’s whereabouts.
* * * *
“Hello?”
“Who am I speaking to?”
Ethan would normally have hung up if the caller asked such an absurd question. Yet he hadn’t done that this time.
“Who do you want to talk to?”