Anna's eyes felt dry and gritty as she stared at Martha, her mind reeling with the implications of what she had just said. "You're telling me that Ethan has been in love with me this whole time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Martha nodded solemnly. "Yes, Anna. I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you. He's been pining for you for months, maybe even years."
Anna felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she processed this information. She had been so oblivious to Ethan's feelings, and now it seemed like everyone else knew about it except for her.
"Why didn't he say anything?" Anna asked, her anger and frustration simmering just below the surface.
Martha shrugged. "I don't know, but I think he feared losing your friendship. He's been walking around with
