His brows drew together as he rushed to her side.
"What happened?"
Anna and Erin lifted their heads at the sound of his voice. The moment they saw him, their tense shoulders relaxed. Erin breathed out in relief while Anna said quickly, "Thank God you're here. Your wife's in your hands now."
"Mr. Jackson ... "
Anna leaned close, her voice lowered so only he could hear. "Dawn's upset. The Osbornes said some things that got to her. You'd better comfort her."
Her eyes flicked with pointed glances as she spoke.
Ethan gave a solemn nod and answered with sincerity. "You've both done enough today. I'll have the driver take you home."
Neither of them protested. They linked arms and slipped out, eager to leave space for the two of them.
Dawn shifted, ready to stand and walk them out, but Ethan pressed her back onto the couch with a firm hand.
He braced his palms on either side of her, leaning close enough that every twitch of her face was laid bare.
"Tell me what's going on."
Dawn sank against the cushions and turned her face away from his gaze.
"There's nothing worth talking about."
Ethan studied her in silence. Her makeup was still untouched. Her lashes cast shadows across her eyelids, hiding the light that usually filled her eyes.
A deep sigh slipped from his chest before he moved to sit beside her.
Dawn lifted her head. "What's wrong with you?"
His voice came out low, steady, and certain. "Whatever's wrong with you is wrong with me."
Her lips moved in a faint murmur. "That isn't the same thing."
Her quiet protest tugged a smile at his mouth, though his eyes stayed solemn. "If you're unhappy on our wedding day, that means the days ahead are going to be miserable for me."
She frowned at him. "Why would your life be miserable just because I'm unhappy?"
He let out a questioning sound.
Her words trailed off into silence.
Wait, is he saying that I'm going to take my anger out on him if I get upset?
The idea startled a laugh from her lips. She bent her head after a while and spoke softly. "Ethan, you'll never understand. If I had gone to the Osbornes when I was still too young to know anything, or if I had gone when I was already grown enough to understand everything, it wouldn't cut this deep."
But she had gone when she was only about nine.
She didn't know much about people, and even less about feelings back then.
If she actually acted like they were home as they told her to, she would look too desperate. If she resisted their offer, she would make herself look too distant.
Jessica's words might have been said in anger, but they came from the heart.
Ethan's frown deepened as he pulled her hand into his own. His grip tightened.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a shout shattered the stillness. "Something's wrong!"
Both of them turned at once. A staff member stood at the doorway, pointing toward the yard. "A woman stormed in out there. She's smashing everything she sees. She's yelling that if Ms. Porter doesn't hand someone over, she's going to set the house on fire!"
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