*Evelyn*
“You don’t have to stay with me, Mina. I’ll be fine.”
Since coming back to my room, I’d managed to collect myself, but only barely. Mina had helped me get changed into pajamas. She’d offered me the expensive silk ones in the closet, and despite how stunned I was, I’d only taken the soft silk shorts and decided to wear Slater’s shirt. It still smelled like him, and despite how shell shocked I was, it brought me comfort.
Mina stretched out beside me on my bed, staring at the ceiling. “You’ve had a rough night. I heard about your father, and I’m very sorry, Miss Adair. That’s horrible.”
Pain sliced through me, and I pursed my lips. “Call me Evie or Evelyn, please.”
“Okay,” she continued, her brown eyes focused on the ceiling. “You don’t need to worry though, you know. Mr. Lucci
