What Now?

Evie

I get back to Max’s place and wait for him to come back. Today sucked on all possible levels. I stared into the wall for a good hour, trying to accept that I was never seeing Tyson again, no one told me he was gone, someone was going to prison because of me, and I had money - MY money - that might change things for me. Because I know the family has money, but it’s not my money. And now- I will eventually be able to have something thanks to me, however small it is. At some point, I begin pacing around and I am unable to focus on anything. On top of it- Max comes back after eleven. We exchange a greeting and he heads directly to his room. I stop him.

“I got a call from the lawyer. “ I say without any ado.

“And?” He asks, pausing. Max looks like he is not here. Then I realize something’s off.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

“What difference does it make?”

“No, just… I thought you said you had to work. “

“What’s with the interrogation? “

“And what’s with the way you’ve been acting recen