Evelyn’s POV
I step out of the shower wrapped in my silk robe, my hair is damp as strands of it clings to my shoulders. The faint scent of lavender from my bath still lingers in the air, but it does little to calm the knot of tension in my chest. I hate the tension so badly.
I grab a towel to pat my hair dry and step into the dressing room then I freeze when I see Leonard in the closet. Leonard stands by the wardrobe, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his broad back to me as he scans his collection of shirts.
I wonder if he's taking his time to pick out a shirt because of her. But I shake my head and I walk to where he's standing.
I touch his shoulder making him slowly turn to look at me with a bit of surprise.
“Hey…I thought it was just Mom and Clara” he says with a hint of surprise
