Adeline POV
Evelyn stood in my doorway as if the night had set her there and forgotten to take her back. Her temple had damp hair clinging to it courtesy of mist outside while her coat was wrinkled with sleeves pushed up like she’d walked here fast and didn’t stop to think.
I didn’t invite her in. I just shifted my body enough to block the hall where the boys slept. “Why are you here?”
Her fingers worried the coat belt, twisting, smoothing, twisting again. “Why won’t you tell them?”
The words were simple. The ground under them was not. They landed in my stomach like small stones and kept falling, as if there was no bottom left inside me.
“This isn’t your concern, Evelyn.”
“It is,” she said, stepping over the threshold before I could decide to move. “You’re not the only one carrying
