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Sheryl’s POV

“Sheryl?” Ethan said, staring at me in surprise as I stood outside the Calypso packhouse.

I felt my face grow warm as he stared at me.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain why I was here. Do I tell him I was worried about Ashton? No. I couldn’t say that. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked after it was clear that I wasn’t going to speak. “Professor Ashton wasn’t in class today and I wanted to make sure he was okay,” I answered. My voice sounded distant and small when I spoke. I hated that I was feeling weak right now. Ethan raised his brows as he stared around my face. “You traveled this far to check on him?” He asked. I wasn’t sure how to answer that, but thankfully, he didn’t wait for me to do so. “He has some family problems,” he explained. “He’s been at the hospital all morning with his mother.” Now it was my turn to raise my brows; I rose my gaze to meet his and saw the serious expression on his

face. “His mother?” I asked. Ashton hasn’t really spoken abo