Lucas POVI watched her reach the other side of the street.Then I went back inside and paid for my coffee.The server asked whether I wanted anything else. I nearly said yes, just to postpone leaving a place where Evie had been willing to sit with me.“No, thanks.”Outside, my driver opened the car door.“Home, sir?”“Home.”There was no other address I had a right to give him.That evening, my mother found me at the kitchen table, still wearing my jacket.“How was she?”“Well.”“And you?”I shook my head.She sat down beside me. For a while, we didn't speak.“I thought you could grow out of this without anyone getting hurt,” she said at last. “I saw more than I admitted.”“You weren't the one dating her.”“No. But I was the one teaching you that an apology could arrive in a box.”I looked at my wrists. I'd worn Evie's cuff links to the café. Part of me had hoped she'd notice.She hadn't mentioned them.I took them off and put them in my pocket.The next week, Connor approached me at
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