Chapter 59
The silence of the penthouse felt suffocating as Evan stepped inside, the weight of the evening pressing down on him. He threw his keys onto the coffee table as he sat down on the sectional, but his mind circled back to the café table, trapped in the echo of Serenity’s voice.
“I have a lot on my mind,” she had said, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from her cup, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Like what?”
She had looked up then, her expression an armor of skepticism. “Do you actually care, or are you just asking to be nosy?”
“I care, Serenity.” He leaned in, his voice dropping, desperate to bridge the chasm his own arrogance had built. “I know the way I’ve acted over the last few weeks suggests otherwise, but I promise you, I do care.”
Serenity sighed, a long, weary sound th
