EVIE’S POV
I don’t remember much of the drive home.
Only fragments.
Streetlights blurring through the windscreen.
The quiet hum of the engine.
My own thoughts running in endless circles.
By the time I reach my flat, I’m exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
I kick off my shoes the second I get through the door and collapse onto the sofa without even turning the lights on.
The silence is deafening.
For a few minutes, I simply sit there.
Staring.
Thinking.
Not thinking.
Tonight had been too much.
Seeing Liam.
Telling Alexander some of the truth.
Crying in his arms.
God.
I groan and bury my face in a cushion.
I had cried on my boss.
Again.
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
Eventually, practicality wins.
I shower.
I make tea.
I attempt to eat something.
The tea go
