Chapter 13

Evelyn's POV Rhys, upon learning he was supposed to stay with me, absolutely refused. "Dad, I don't want to stay here." I let him go with Calvin. As he reached the door, Rhys glanced back quietly, and felt strangely sad when he saw I wasn't looking at him. By eight o'clock that evening, Calvin still hadn't returned to pick up the children. After bathing them, I tucked Rowan and Alexis into my large bed, which connected to a child's bed. Rowan lay beside Alexis as I read them a bedtime story. Before I could finish, both children had fallen asleep. I lay at the edge of the bed, watching them with tender eyes, wishing I could keep them all with me forever. Calvin arrived at half past ten, smelling of alcohol and Clara's perfume--I had smelled it on him many times before. His lips parted. "I'm here to pick up Rowan." I stepped back in disgust. "Calvin, didn't you say you wouldn't drink when around the children?" He narrowed his eyes. "Evelyn, mind your own business. My affairs are no longe