ARTHUR
“What the f**k are you going in my house? JJ!? J— what the hell are you doing here?” Evelyn yelled as she stepped out of the water, dripping wet in her barely there underwear.
In my defense, I tried to keep my eyes on her face.
The keyword being tried.
“I’m here to apologize on behalf of my sister.” I decided to get straight to the point before she threw me out. “Please. You have every right to press charges—”
“But you hope I don’t. Right? You’re asking me to let this go, and forgive your sister that literally abducted my son?” she snapped.
She stalked closer without seeming to realize it, her anger making every movement sharp and deliberate. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus on her face instead of everything else.
“I was going to say… you have every right to press
