Evelyn's POV
“It’s not.”
Julian looked at me seriously I had never seen before. The night was quiet, but his voice carried weight, like every word had been measured and placed exactly where it belonged.
For a split second, I had this completely unreasonable thought. If he said it, it had to be right.
“Would you stop believing in God just because someone committed a crime?”
I froze for a beat.
The answer came almost on instinct.
No.
He clearly saw it in my eyes, so he went on. His tone stayed calm, but there was a logic in it that didn’t really leave room for argument.
“Then you shouldn’t give up on love just because of one terrible person.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
It sounded so simple. The kind of line you’d see printed on a coffee mug. And yet, coming from him,
