The tension had followed her from the living room, trailing behind like the faint scent of Sophia’s tears and desperation.Hunter broke the silence first, his tone light, trying to be gentle. "So," he said, running a thumb across the edge of the book, "I guess you’re really going to do it. Help her out again."Evelyn looked at him sidelong. Hunter’s face was calm, but there was wariness in his eyes. He wasn’t the kind to explode. He wore his concerns like a steady, slow-filling glass of water—never spilling, but heavy all the same."I have to," Evelyn said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She’s sick, Hunter. And she’s pregnant. She’s got nobody.”Hunter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, then sat up straighter against the headboard. "I get that," he said. “I really do. But, Ev... how many times are you going to let her pull you under? Last time, wasn’t it the same? She cried, you paid for her rent, her cell phone, the detox that didn’t last—"Evelyn interrupted, more sharply th
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