C140 Broken Trust, Shared Resolve

I entered the room, and what I saw made my coronary heart hurt. Ethan was sitting on the floor, leaning in opposition to the edge of the bed, his face buried in his fingers. The room has become darkish, keeping for the dim light coming from a bedside lamp. The air turned thick with the scent of alcohol, and empty bottles littered the floor. I had in no way seen him like this earlier—so broken