Chapter 84

• EVELYN
• If I ran, I would unarguably look suspicious. Like I had something to hide, which, let’s be honest, I did. And even if no one had said it aloud, I could feel the judgment brewing just beneath the surface. Running would’ve been a silent confession. But staying still… staying still felt like wearing guilt like perfume.
• What truly made it worse was that I hadn’t picked up his calls. Not once. Not even a single, half-hearted attempt at a response. No I have gotten home or something, not even a sad-face emoji to buy me some time. My phone had lit up so many times with his name.