James
“You really think I should quit?” Everlyn asked as she slid under our covers.
“If that’s what you want,” I said. “You should at least know you have that option.”
“I don’t know,” she sighed and tucked herself into my side. “I’ve always been insistent on working, making my own choices, paying my way for everything, not wanting to rely on my parents money or their name. Did you know that I have a fake ID with Everlyn Smith? Using that name when we first met wasn’t the first time.”
“Why?” I asked though I wasn’t surprised. “You could’ve had an easy life if you embraced the family name.”
“Life wasn’t as easy as you’d expect,” she said. “The more perfect a family looks on the outside, the more dysfunctional it is behind closed doors. We were always a picture perfect
