Ethan stepped closer to Mara and lowered his voice. “Can we talk? Just us,” he said. Mara nodded. She did not want a fight in front of the cameras. She wanted the truth to land where it belonged.
They moved into a hallway away from the music. Ethan’s shoulders looked heavier there, like the stage lights had been holding him up. “I thought I was protecting Lattice,” he said. “After Crane, I thought—if we left loose ends, someone would take it.”