JULIA
I couldn’t focus when we arrived.
My head spun, and my pulse pounded in my ears as I stepped out of the car.
However, I was brought back to focus when I saw the view in front of me—Evan’s house.
I was expecting him to take me to his apartment! Well, that was the only home he had five years ago, aside from their family house.
It was massive, sprawling across what seemed like acres of land.
Marble staircases spiraled along the front, leading up to ornate wooden doors that looked like they belonged in a museum, not someone’s home.
Pools—yes, plural—stretched out on either side of the house, the water glowing turquoise in the moonlight, framed by towering trees and trimmed hedges.
“When did you build this?” I asked, my voice soft. I wasn’t sure if it was the house or whatev
