Don't ask her

Ethan keeps his mouth shut, instead watching Layla make her way to the door and slip into her shoes.

“I’m sorry, Ethan. You should have been told sooner…” Layla sighs, opening the door. “Forgive me for… Well… Everything…”

“Nothing to forgive,” Ethan shrugs. “Thank you for telling me.”

Layla smiles. “Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight, Layla.”

Layla exits the house, Ethan now alone with his thoughts.