Three days later, Ethan hasn't come back home, and he hasn't called or let us know he's okay. There's a burning sensation in my chest, as if I sense that something is wrong with him.
On the first day, I didn't pay much attention, and for me, it was almost good that he didn't come home because I felt that after that kiss he gave me in my room, it was better not to be around him for a few days.
On the second day, I started to worry, and the more hours passed, the worse I felt, and the concern began to grow. Last night, I hardly slept, and when it became day, and Ethan still hadn't returned home, I had to call Michael, my stepfather, and tell him that his son hadn't come back in two days, and I had no idea where he was.
I searched for him on social media, Emily called him from the home pho
