EVANDER
I entered my apartment, feeling heavier than usual. The way Julia looked at me—it was so suffocating.
But then again, I must have made her feel that way several times before.
I shook my head and collapsed on the couch, massaging my temples.
Just then, the lights opened, making me squint my eyes.
“You’re home,” Heather said, revealing herself leaning against the balcony windows. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she gave me a pointed look.
She was also wearing one of my button-ups while drinking from my wine glass.
“Heather,” I muttered, wondering if it was better if I went to my house instead.
"Please let rest first," I said, not wanting to argue with her. "A lot has happened."
“Oh I know,” Heather said, joining me on the couch and placing her hand o
