Evie's POV
The silence in Tristan’s car felt heavier than a Zamboni, pressing down on my chest the entire ride home. It was a humiliation ritual, just for me. My cheeks still burned. Not just from the fight at the clinic, but from Wendy. From the fact that she’d asked Tristan if he was my boyfriend. Right in front of him. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
“So, are you two an item, or what?” Wendy’s voice sliced through the quiet, making me jump. She twisted in her seat, practically beaming at Tristan in the rearview mirror. “He seems like a nice young man, Evie. Handsome too. And that car…”
That was it. That was the last straw. The rage, simmering beneath the surface, finally boiled over. “Mom, shut the f**k up!” I practically screamed, my voice cracking.
Wendy instantly recoil
