Adrian had once looked at Ethan and decided that a number could make him unworthy of love.
The real numbers told a different story: sixty-one percent voting control, $38 million traced, ten seconds to open the truth, and one small hand that had held mine through all of it.
But none of those numbers was the reason Ethan deserved to be protected.
He had never needed to prove his worth.
The adults around him had needed to prove they were worthy of his trust.
