#CHAPTER 25 Evan & Ken

When Peelle had called mentioning that Evan was worried, I had assumed he meant Evan had not yet returned to the manor. But when I headed upstairs to my bedroom, the door to his own was wide open with the lights on. If I hadn't seen his long shadow sliding across the threshold of the doorway, I might have thought it was a maid cleaning up, but there could be no mistake. Evan was home. My gut churned. So he had been able to talk on the phone after all, and yet he had ordered Peelle to call me instead. Was he that determined to keep distance between us now? I had drawn back and patiently waited to see what he would do, even though I had tried so hard to convince myself I no longer cared. But this... Just more proof that it was far too late, if there had ever been a chance in the first place. Evan was avoiding me. And yet just as I took the first step across my bedroom doorway, ready to throw myself into a miserable night full of more nightmares, Evan appeared. Stupid! Stup