Chapter 18 Drunk Text

• ***Evelyn POV***
• I don’t know how I got here. When I got out of the cab at the hotel, I numbly made my way to my room and face planted on my bed. I slept for hours. I got a couple worried voicemails from both Mike and Jacob. When I woke up mid-afternoon the next day, I quickly lied through my teeth and said I was fine. It wasn’t fine. None of it was fine. It was all fucked up and I could barely function.
• Managing to check my email, I did at least read over the document the lawyer sent me. I made a few adjustments. Adding Elliot’s name to the trust fund so I wouldn’t need to go through the hassle of it later but made sure the last name said Harris, not Anderson. He also said Zach had asked for photos of the time we were together. It seemed weird when we were literally finalizing our divorce. I wanted to say no. Those photos now were the only proof I carried of what we had together. The only thing that now kept me sane and proved that our time together wasn’t a dream. Other than Elliot and my arm, of course. But Elliot was his own little person. The love that Zach and I shared was before him. Some days I would wake up in terror that it was all a dream and never existed, but I would flip through our photos and feel at little more as ease.