EVELYN
The moment I saw Mike at the house and with the horrible expression he wore, I didn’t need a psychic to tell me something was deeply wrong.
He looked like someone who had walked through a storm and gotten struck by lightning at the center of it. His lips were tight, his jaw clenched, and his brows lowered with a hurt so raw it made my body cold. I really wondered how he drove safely here without getting into an accident.
His usually soft eyes and a little teasing whenever they landed on me, now held a weight I had never seen before. A deep betrayal. And it was coming straight for me.
As Dad greeted him with a warm and open smile “Mike! You’re here, come in!”Mike responded with a stiff nod. No hug, not even a handshake. No trace of the playful, respectful warmth he always brought whenever he visited. He didn’t even try. He looked at my dad like a man who had run out of reasons to fake being okay. That was enough to confirm it: I was in trouble. Trouble bigger than my age.
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