The room fell silent again.
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I could see the realization spreading across his face as different memories came together in his mind.
The late nights.
The secret phone calls.
The argument with Owen.
Suddenly, Ethan turned to me.
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"You knew, didn't you?"
I swallowed.
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"I suspected."
He looked down at the floor.
"I should have listened when Owen tried to warn me."
Hearing that name after so many years made my chest ache.
"Owen cared about you," I replied gently.
Ethan nodded slowly.
"I know that now."
Victoria wiped her cheeks angrily.
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"So that's it?" she asked. "You're just going to believe all of this?"
Ethan looked at her with tired eyes.
"I'm not believing someone else's words anymore. I'm believing what I can see."
Mark shifted awkwardly again.
"I really think I should go now," he said.
Ethan stepped aside and gestured toward the door.
