Vivian took off her coat and hung it up, then sat down next to Evelyn Hayes.
“…You’re back?” Evelyn finally snapped out of her daze.
Vivian smiled. “I heard Mr. Sullivan sent you a bunch of flowers?”
Evelyn’s pale cheeks flushed slightly, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled for an answer.
She never imagined that man would actually send her flowers.
Not just that—his voice over the phone had been low and gentle, promising never to leave her, never to pressure her.
He said he’d wait… wait for her to get better and come home.
But how could that place, the one that held her captive, be called home?
She felt completely lost.
“Do you know anything about the relationship between Eli Sullivan and Alexander?” Vivian could tell Evelyn was confused. It was tim
