“You Got In His Car”
Hazel’s POV
The air in Evan’s car was too clean. Too quiet.
I kept my eyes on the road, fingers clenched on my bag.
He glanced at me once or twice, like he wanted to say something. Eventually, he did.
“You know,” he said softly, “I would’ve still come even if you hadn’t looked so lost.”
I let out a small sigh. “You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t mind,” he said. “I know how… cold Alex can be sometimes.”
I stiffened. “You don’t know anything about him.”
Evan raised his hands defensively. “Fair enough. I’m just saying—you looked like you needed a way out.”
That part was true.
But I still felt guilty.
He dropped me off in front of the penthouse.
“Hazel,” he said before I got out, “if you ever need someone to talk to—really talk—I’m here.”
I nodded but didn’t answ
