I heard William yelling before I even got back inside of my office.
He was spitting venom at me, slurs and insults, sweat pouring off of his forehead. I could practically smell the gin coming out of his pores. His harsh voice compared to Evelyn’s soft one—- it made me once again curious as to what her mother was like.
“What did she say?” He barked. “I told you— she f*****g gave it to me!”
I made eye contact with Peter, who met my eyes with a knowing gaze. He stepped over William and headed towards me, his head right next to my shoulder as he whispered.
“She okay?” He murmured, his back to William.
“I don’t know.” I told him honestly.
Peter scrubbed his hand across his chin and clapped his hand on my shoulder as if offering support. A quick gesture, gone as quickly as it came, be
