Chapter 88

• EVELYN
• Every day since Mike left felt like waking up to an echo that never stopped bouncing off. It didn’t matter how loud I screamed his name in my head or how many times I replayed our last conversation or lack of it, but nothing brought him back.
• And every call I made since then was like tossing pebbles into a bottomless well. Or worse, his voicemail. That hot, deep, automated tone that I loved as hell, but now? Now it hurt like fire. It was the same message each time, one I could recite even in my sleep: “Hi, you’ve reached Mike. Leave a message.”