EVANGELINE
For a long minute, Alex didn’t speak.
He just stared at me, blinking, like a deer caught in headlights. My heart clenched tightly in my chest as I waited… pleaded… for him to say something.
“Why would you even ask me that?” he hissed. “What the f**k is going on?”
“You tell me, Alex!” I screamed. “I’m tired of playing this game with you.”
“Margaret is my brother’s wife. My dead brother, Evangeline. How dare you ask me something like that? Am I not allowed to feel sorry for her?”
This was more than feeling sorry and he knew it. “I heard you-”
“I don’t care what you think you heard,” he cut me off. “I am not in love with Margaret. I don’t feel anything for her but pity and worry. For f***s sake, Evangeline, get over yourself. Do you think I’m in love with every woman I inter
