Evans seemed more devastated than I had anticipated.
The sight of him in such a state stirred a pang of guilt within me. Neon had used me to get to him, and I knew that had deeply hurt him.
We were still at the care center, a quiet haven now that the children were back in their classrooms.
I glanced at Evans again. His expression was unreadable, but his voice broke the silence. “I know I am your husband, but can you please...” He teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
I shot him a glare, but a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
At least he seemed to have some semblance of his usual self.
He had been through so much in the past few days, and it struck me how he could still manage to smile.
But that was Evans—resilient and the man I had fallen in love with.
I wanted to comfort him,
