JULIA
I shut the door behind me, walking away from the room that made it hard to breathe. As soon as I was out of the vicinity, my legs wobbled, and I felt tears prickling my eyes again.
I only acted tough inside, but in reality, I didn’t know what to do. I knew his words held some truth, and that was what I hated the most.
I walked until I reached the lobby. I looked around and quickly saw the two of them.
Evan was sitting in one of the chairs, holding Andy in his arms. The boy was fast asleep, his small face resting peacefully against Evan’s chest. Evan looked down at him with such tenderness that, for a moment, I felt my breath hitch.
It should have been a beautiful picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
But my chest tightened painfully when, suddenly, an image of Heather emer
