JULIA
“What… do you mean?” I asked after a while.
Evan bit his lip and gestured to the couch. “Let’s sit?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts, before nodding.
We went to the couch, none of us speaking for a couple of seconds before Evan finally broke the silence.
“It’s the truth,” he said, leaning against the backrest. “I built this house with you in mind.”
“I still don’t understand,” I muttered, looking down at my lap.
“That night, when we were 17, I genuinely thought of building a home with you. There was no question. I wanted to do it,” he started off.
I listened intently, not wanting to miss out on a single word.
“So, the moment I started working for my dad, I saved up. At 18, I was able to buy this piece of land with the investments I’ve mad
