-Madeleine-
He barely opened his side of the link between us, just a crack, enough to reassure me that he wasn’t about to run again. Convincing him to return to his room had been difficult, but eventually, he came with me.
We sat on our separate couches facing each other. The room was dark, but the warm glow of the fireplace provided a soft light that illuminated us both.
Evan sat with a glass in his hand, rolling it slowly, watching the liquid swirl inside. It was oddly calming for both of us, but that didn’t diminish my worry or my desperate need for answers.
“Evan—”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, breaking the heavy silence.
My eyes widened, not just from his words but from the pain in his voice and his eyes. It was clear he was blaming himself, and it was tearing him apart. I slowly sh
