**Ethan's POV
Everything Rosalie said to me played through my mind. There was no way she honestly loved my brother, right? The thought of him being with her made my blood boil, and even thinking she would entertain the notion was appalling.
I had come all this way searching for her, yet her words broke my heart over and over again. When would I be able to make her see reason?
Part of me wanted to shake sense into her, but I knew I could never physically hurt her. Seeing her get hurt was a hundred times more painful than me getting hurt myself.
I returned to my tent, and my eyes fell onto the makeshift bed that Georgia had made for my son.
The little one was fast asleep. His little pink lips were slightly open, and his rhythmic breathing calmed my frustration. I wanted to pinch his chubby cheeks, but I stopped myself midair so as not to disturb his rest.