#Chapter 11 - The Confrontation

Evie I was horrified. He had gotten himself a private investigator to find me. There was no other plausible reason for him to know where I was in the first place. “Answer the question, Mister Hayes,” I order, my tone becoming icy. He continues fumbling over his words. “I— I can explain.” That was all the confirmation I needed. “Well, then. Please go ahead and explain yourself. I’m dying to hear what excuse you have in your incredibly expensive-looking suit jacket you have on,” I scoff. He shakes his head, laughing tiredly. “You practically vanished overnight,” he says defensively. “You didn’t text. You didn’t call. Hell, Evie. You had every reason to come and yell at me for what I did. But you just left. And no one in your family knew a thing. They didn’t even care. All of your stuff was just tossed on the front lawn.” “I didn’t want to see you,” I explain flatly. “I get that,” he says. “But seeing you the other night at the restaurant and bumping into you after the game