“Are you serious, Evelyn?” he sputters, his eyes going wide. “After all of this? All that we’ve been through?”
“What?” I snap in response, shaking my head so that my hair falls back over my shoulder. “Is it not a legitimate question?”
“No, Evelyn!” He says, his voice raising in anger. “It’s absolutely not!”
“Well, it’s legitimate to me,” I say. “And I think I deserve an answer. How do I know?”
“You know,” he says, taking two angry steps towards me, “because I love you, Evelyn. There’s no space in my mind for anyone else – I couldn’t even begin to think about another woman –“
“All stuff you probably said to Amelia!” I exclaim. Somewhere deep inside me, I know that I’m probably being unfair – that I know the extent of what we feel to each other. But…this has also been in the back of my
