“I didn’t mean it, Evie. I know I’ve been a s**t father, but I..”
I listened from the door way. Evelyn was out on the balcony, her back turned towards me, unaware of my presence behind her as I watched her stiff, slender shoulders hunch in on themselves. I could hear William Adair’s loud, drunken slur from where I stood in the darkness. The moonlight lit up the porcelain of her skin like a piece of artwork, the light breeze blowing her hair seductively across her bare shoulders.
“I don’t think me coming home is a good idea, Dad. I think.. I think it’s better that we aren’t under the same roof.” Her voice was tense and small, as if she were so unconfident in her words, and the fear behind them sent anger and pain stabbing into my chest.
“You’re just going to leave me? For a f*****g no-
