EVELYN
Do I give a fuck about his empty threats? Absolutely not.
To hell with him.
Let him run his mouth like a broken tap. Let him play his games, thinking he's got me cornered. I don't care. His intimidation tactics are nothing but desperate attempts to regain control. The manipulation, the veiled warnings, the subtle reminders of what he could do if I stepped out of line lost their power over me. I've spent too long cowering under his expectations and fears.
What I do care about is why Mike's phone keeps sending me to voicemail.
My stomach churned with every failed attempt. I've called him more times than I can count, and every time, the same robotic voice greets me: The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.
Then, the beep.
A cruel sound that reminds me how distant he feels. Each unanswered call added another fracture to my already crumbling composure.
I don't understand. He should've picked up by now. Even if he's mad, eve
