MORE THAN A STRANGER
He wasn’t just a man who happened to live next door; he was someone with a story I couldn’t quite piece together.
One evening, as we sat on my aunt’s front porch, watching the sunset, I decided to approach the subject again, carefully this time.
“You know, you’re really good at keeping things to yourself,” I said with a teasing smile, though my words were anything but casual.
Evan leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, looking entirely at ease. “What makes you say that?”
“You’ve built this amazing company, have people who clearly look up to you, and yet you talk about it like it’s no big deal,” I said. “You’re… mysterious.”
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