"You seem far too composed for someone who's been overworked all week," Ethan said as he settled onto the couch.
Kathrine shifted to give him space, tucking her legs beneath her.
"I can't blame them," she replied with a shrug. "It's a mess we have to clean ourselves. Gaining everyone's trust again and proving I'm nothing like my father isn't easy." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "But I won't let them look down on me."
Ethan stretched his arm along the back of the couch. A movie played in front of them, completely ignored. It was just background noise to pretend they were having a normal evening instead of navigating generational trauma and scandal.
"I went to see Daniel today," Ethan said casually.
Kathrine lifted her head. She didn't ask why, but her eyebrows practically did.
"There's nothing dramatic," he added. "I just wanted answers."
She turned to face him fully. "Answers about what?"
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, suspiciously calm.
