"Why are you sitting here instead of going inside? It’s filthy," he remarked with disdain, completely oblivious to my tear-swollen eyes. As my gaze fell on Lily, he instinctively moved to shield her, his stance resembling the way he used to protect me when we were children.
But now, our roles have reversed. I couldn’t help but curl my lips into a bitter smile. I hadn't even said anything yet, but Ethan spoke first.
“Don’t misunderstand,” he began hastily. “Lily drank too much tonight, so I just brought her back here to rest for a bit. She was feeling embarrassed and wanted to leave as soon as it got dark. I was worried about her going alone, so I thought I’d walk her back.”
Ethan, who never bothered to explain himself to me, was now stumbling over his words, trying to justify Lily's presence. He seemed like a stranger, a man I barely knew, even though I had stood by his side for twenty-two years.
I took a deep breath, my tone filled with sarcasm. “If she had any sense, she wouldn't be here with someone else's fiancé. And, by the way, it's already past midnight.”
Exposed, Ethan's expression quickly darkened. “Samantha, Lily is your sister. What do you mean by saying that?”
Sister?