Chapter 8

• EVELYN
• I sat on the side of my bed, gazing at the shards of shattered glass that were scattered near the window. The rough shards sparkled softly in the dim light in my room. Even though the silence in my heart was deep, it didn't completely escape interruptions. The sound of footfall outside my door. A sluggish and relentless pace, pounding against my ears. It was Dave. Though he had been knocking for what felt like forever, but I chose not to open the door.
• He was the last person I wanted to see, the very thought of him making my skin crawl. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to scream for him to leave. He wouldn’t. Dave never did anything unless it was on his terms and I knew that better than anyone.