Chapter 18

#Chapter 18

Evelyn

The more you know, the harder it is to forget. It's better when alcohol scrapes away a few pieces of something tragic happening to you. If you can't remember, then you can't think about it and feel terrible.

"Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me?" Yasmine asks softly.

"I was dealing with it over the weekend. I needed space and time." I wanted to talk to Ivan today but it seems like it'd be now.

"Are you okay?" My assistant asks the question on the tip of my tongue.

"I'm fine. Evelyn stepped in at the right moment and saved me. The guy wasn't able to hold my dick so that's a relief." My fingers tighten over the glass paperweight.

"Nothing about the incident was okay. I hate that you went through something like that. I hate myself for arriving late at the scene. It's my fault. I was supposed to be there for you like you are for me." Both of my friends glare at me.

"It's not your fault. You stopped it before it could've gotten worse, Evelyn." His s