“Damon.”
I hated when she said my name like that. Soft, but firm enough to stop me.
“I’m fine.”
I looked away first.
“I’m not ashamed.”
Evie never chased a confession. She just left the door open and waited to see if I had the courage to walk through.
I never did.
One night, I found her sitting on the bottom stair with one hand pressed against the wall.
“Evie?”
She looked up, annoyed that I had caught her. “I’m fine.”
“You’re sitting in the dark.”
I found her sitting on the bottom stair.
