Evelyn sat on the edge of the wooden dock, her legs dangling just above the glassy surface of the lake. Her camera hung from her neck, resting against her chest, her hat shielding her eyes from the gentle afternoon sun. The conversation with Lena replayed in her mind
After the abrupt end to their first call, she’d tried again, her worry a stubborn knot in her stomach. Lena had finally answered, breathless, apologizing for dropping the call, saying something had come up and she’d needed to step away. Her voice sounded steadier this time.
She’d brushed off Evelyn’s concern, her voice shifting back to its familiar, teasing cadence. They’d talked for a long time. Lena had joked about souvenirs, then, inevitably, Lena had circled back to Roman.
“Just… try to be in the moment with him, Eve. C
