Chapter 170 Ethan
Ethan
Tilda disappears into the man’s house. And he stands in the doorway for a moment, looking at me.
He doesn’t say anything, but the edge of his mouth quirks before he shuts the door.
Then, the small square window next to the front door opens.
And when he tells Tilda to have a seat on the couch, I hear the words clearly.
I lift a brow.
Okay, old man.
Taking it as permission, I sit on the front step and listen.
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